Princess and the Frog

No, this posting is not about the movie.  I wish.  I don't have that life.  Not that I really want it...Oh, wait.  Yes I do!  No this posting is, shockingly, about Scarlett.  She is the princess.  Of course.  On this particular day she was Snow White.  

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She has also been Belle, from Beauty and the Beast and Ariel from The Little Mermaid.  We even had a melt down after she was in bed one night.  She comes creeping out of her room; I can always hear them coming, I'm just never sure which them it is that is going to make an appearance.  Most of the time it is Abraham.  Shocking.  I know.  Anyway, this particular night it was Scarlett.  She was really upset.  Big, old, fat tears pouring down her face.  I couldn't for the life of me figure out what could have traumatized her that much that quickly.  Eventually I was able to ascertain that she was deeply troubled by the fact that she couldn't be Rapunzel.  From Tangled.  Ummmm...really?  And I have to figure out a solution to this now?  While I'm drinking my wine?  Great.  So we discuss how pretty she is, and how she has this attribute and that attribute.  Finally, it comes down to the dress.  She doesn't have a purple one like Rapunzel.  I did what any good mommy would do.  I promised to buy her one, if she would only go to bed.  It worked. 

Anyway, back to Snow White.  The kids were outside playing.  And Scarlett, aka Snow White, was out with the boys.  I generally don't let her play unsupervised, but it was hot.  And I had work to do.  So I was watching from the front windows.   They were so cute.  They were riding bikes, walking around, and catching frogs.  Yep.  Catching frogs.  OK, so Abraham was catching the little (well, not so little) critters and James and Scarlett were watching.  As I watched Bram go after one, I had the thought that he looked a bit like a frog himself.  He is all legs, and he squats down and sort of hops after them....

Anyway, a couple minutes later I look back out the windows and see Scarlett holding a frog.  Or, maybe, squeezing the life out of it.  As she holds it up to her face, I think: hmmm;  her favorite prince is Navin (Princess and the Frog).  She is not thinking that if she kisses this toad that he is gonna appear, right?  I don't  really know the answer to that.  I'm hoping no, but think probably yes.  Outside I go....

So, because of the infatuation with frogs/toads (what is the difference, anyway) I decided to try for the Coolest Mom of the Day Award.  We went to Pet Smart and bought, TA DA....three fire belly toads.  They live in an aquarium thingy in may living room.  They are not allowed to live in bedrooms because I am afraid they will be set free.  I am afraid they will be set free in the living room as well, but at least I might notice their absence there.  That brings us to four children, one dog, one cat, one husband, and three frogs.  OMG.  They eat crickets...and have to have a light.  For right now, I have the children convinced it is not healthy to touch the toads, but am not sure how long I can milk that for.  Oh, and they named them of course.  The three older ones got to name them of course.  James's is Monet, because he likes art.  Abraham's is Pascal, because he likes science.  (I don't think this is true.  I think he likes blowing things up.)  And Scarlett's?  Hers is Cinderella.