Jackson's school sent Franny come to visit for a night. At first he was a little unsure, as if he didn't know if he wanted the responsibility to care for the laminated frog. He posed for a few pictures so that he could complete the assignment.
But then it came time for Franny to go back to school. I looked all over the house for that frog and couldn't find her anywhere. I asked Jackson if he knew where she was, and he simply shrugged his shoulders. I finally found her, buried underneath a stack of books in the living room. He hid her there, thinking I would never find her and he could just keep her. Tricky tricky little boy.


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