So my child walks into the room and says…
“I have a frog in my butt.”
Annette (my wife…and my daughter’s mother) says, “What did you say?”
McKenna repeats, “I have a frog in my butt.”
“Where did you hear that?!”
“On Tigger and Pooh.”
Annette starts to understand that this may be a more innocent moment than she first thought.
“Do you mean, ‘a frog in your throat.’”
“Yeah. That’s it. A frog in my throat.”
Aha.
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