
Daddy caught us a coffee can full of frogs.

Gooey. Slimy. Icky. Jumpy. Frogs. (Maybe that was Mom's opinion)

We were perfectly happy, as long as the frogs stayed in the coffee can with the lid shut. OK, so maybe we liked stealing a peek at them every now and then.

It's just part of being a boy!
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Now that is a coffee can full of frogs! Oooey-gooey.
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