We unfortunately recently lost one of the boys' pets, which are two aquatic frogs. I thought you would enjoy a good laugh... Each of the boys was given a frog in the fall, and the frogs were named "Grover Beaver" and "Mr. Hopper." One of them died, but they looked so much alike that we don't know whose frog it was that passed away. Christopher immediately claimed that it was John's frog that died, while John claimed it was Christopher's. Nonetheless, we had a small burial service in our backyard, pictured above. Note that John wore his F.R.O.G. (Fully Relying on God) shirt in honor of the occassion. Note also that Tim chose to use my good Pampered Chef glass prep bowl for a coffin (uuggghh!), and that he is holding a Bible on his hand for the funeral sermon that he couldn't help but preach. The Trustees at Clough have no idea that we've turned the field behind the parsonage into a pet cemetary, where our dog Lacy, a dead bird we found in the driveway, and now Mr. Hopper (or is it Grover Beaver?) rest peacefully.
Our fears that the boys would be upset by the passing of their beloved frog were put to rest when Christopher blurted-out at the end of the froggy funeral, "Can we get a dog now???"
Good times.
Kara
