So there is a frog in our yard and Matt has named him Barnaby. The frog hangs out on the porch which, with a two month old puppy who eats everything, seems very brave (or stupid - it IS a frog, afterall).
Last night, as we pulled back into the driveway, Matt screeches to a stop; scaring me to death. All the sudden, he jumps out of the car, clapping and shooing a frog, obviously Barnaby, out of the way. Now all frogs are Barnaby and must be protected from harm.
LOL
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