A couple of weeks ago, Tessa told me she had a frog in her throat. I think she had heard her Aunt Sandy use this phrase. I also think she took it literally. She first used this phrase to inform me that she wasn’t feeling well because she “had a frog in her throat.” The next day when she did something naughty, she told me the frog in her throat made her do it. Pretty crafty, eh? Early last week, the little darling was jonesing for a Pepto tablet in a bad way. After going potty, she informed me that she needed a Pepto because that frog went down her throat into her stomach and gave her diarreah.
It gets better. At the end of last week, she told me she was feeling really tired because a frog and a bunny were both in her throat. Sunday morning, she came and got in bed with us when she woke. She started thrashing her head around and head-butted me in the chin. OUCH! I said, “Be still. Why are you doing that?” She replied, “Noga bunny rabbits are in my throat playing ring around the rosie. That’s why my head was moving.”
The kid has a truly bizarre imagination sometimes. Since we’re not related by blood, I can’t say she physically inherited it from me. Is it an inborn trait? Or have I corrupted her little mind with too many psychedelic 70s kid shows? Or is my weirdness rubbing off on her a little bit? One can only hope.
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