*Originally Austin Has A Blog*
I got up early this morning to nurse and afterwards Mommy went to the bathroom. Luckily she looked first because in the toilet there was a pair of eyes looking back at her. She made Daddy get up and "Get that frog!" He seemed to be enjoying himself where he was so Daddy went to the garage and got the barbecue tongs. And Mommy got one of Belle's bowls to put Mr. Froggy in. But when they got back- where was Mister Froggy? Peering out from the part of the toilet where the water goes down. Only he wouldn't flush.
At this point my daddy went back to bed for twenty minutes. But when he got back up he was informed that he was not leaving for work until He Got That Frog. Well, my mommy and daddy went to do battle again with that frog. Mommy got him in the bowl at one point but couldn't clap the paper plate on top fast enough. Mister Froggy jumped on the wall. Finally, they turned the trash can sideways and got him in the plastic bag liner. Poor Mister Froggy was too much trouble and had to go out in the garbage until Monday. Hopefully.
Me and Belle slept through the whole thing. I was in my crib with a full belly and Belle took advantage and napped on the couch. But my mommy had to spend the rest of the morning cleaning up the frog slime.