Two little speckled frogs

Our kids owned frogs. It was my sad attempt for pets. Remember how I can't do dogs and I can't do cats? Well I guess I shouldn't do frogs either. We won these two frogs last summer at the Fourth of July carnival, by throwing ping-pong balls into tea cups. The kids were happy and these little frogs are relatively low maintenance pets. I thought this is a winning situation. Each named their frog, Ry named her "Princess" and Gator named his "Monster Truck" creative for 5 and 3 year olds. Well, I clean the little aquarium these frogs live in about every two weeks. They are miniature African frogs or something and their skin is really sensitive so you can't just chuck them back into the water after changing it you have to leave the water out to oxidize. So I had P and MT in a little cup for over night, with a lid on. I thought the lid was on firmly but somehow one of the frogs got out and pulled a Nemo because I can't find it anywhere. The last time that happened I found it sitting in the disposal. I stuck my hand all around down there and didn't feel it. Poor Ry is devastated and I keep on having visions of a yucky chewed up frog. EEEEWWWW! Just don't give me pets people. Or I should wait until my children are old enough to protect their pets from me.

Isn't this funny? I went looking for pictures of Ry at Munchies age and found these, Munch is wearing these clothes right now. I then went searching and found this one and only photo of Gator baby without tubies at this age...