Seriously. I was having so much fun hanging out at a friend’s house that it was just before midnight when I gathered my 3 and 5 year old kiddos up and stuffed them in the van for the ride home. We barely made it out of the neighborhood when I saw the BEST thing I could have ever seen…a humongous bullfrog hopping across the road in front of me!
I pulled the car over, put on my hazards, and then took off after the bullfrog in the dead of night.
A car came around the corner. I don’t think they knew what to do. Stop and help the lady and the van or just watch as I chased this bullfrog down the street? Apparently they figured I was not in need of assistance as I grabbed the bullfrog and let out a loud whoop of delight. So they continued driving on. By this time I’m slightly far away from the van with my kids (bullfrogs are FAST little buggers), so I begin a quick trot back to them—a proud trot. An “I am an accomplished mom because I have captured a bullfrog. I am a bullfrog capturer,” type of trot!
And just as I go to open the passenger back door to show my triumphant capture, the bullfrog squirted (urine—yuck) ALL OVER ME! My hands. My arms. My legs. The bullfrog pee was running down my leg. I kid you not. And, as the bullfrog’s number 1 was covering me in disgusting wetness, all I could do in that moment was hold this midnight bullfrog high in the air and proclaim, “Look what I caught for you, children!”
They squealed and laughed and just thought that a mom covered in froggy pee-pee was the BEST gift anyone in the world could have given them. I don’t even think they even saw the bullfrog through their laughter.
As I finally released the bullfrog in the greenway for its freedom, I returned to the car to hear Max, my 5-year-old say, “I thought you caught me a present. I didn’t know you were going to bring me pee.”
Neither did I, Max. Neither did I.
But, in the end, sometimes laughter is the best present after all!