Frog in the Laundry

When you tread on things in this house they tend to be cold, wet and squishy. Usually they smell pretty awful, make your blood pressure go up quite a bit and need bleach to be completely cleaned up. 

Today, however, what I trod on in the laundry was none of the above, it was in fact...

A common froglet - a name I gleaned from about ten seconds of googling, so any frog experts out there feel free to correct me.

And yes, I screamed like the big girl's blouse that I am.

Froggy was looking pretty dehydrated, so I put the hose on 'mist' and let him (her? - I'm always confused about frog gender, you see the frog I dissected in Year 10 biology turned out to have no reproductive organs at all, so I missed the part of my education involving frog bits) out in the garden.  He quickly found himself a home better than under our spare fridge - he's in the middle of the photo next to the blade of grass.

The school run is getting settled.  I've talked to the teachers about my reservations over leaving Miss 5 alone in a seething playground, and funnily enough I was not the only Kindi mum having conniptions over it all.  They're setting up a separate play area for the littlies and will be introducing them very slowly to the playground at lunchtime. Phew. Like most primary schools in NSW this one has been partially rebuilt and they're just adjusting their routines and seeing what works.

Conversation as I was doing Miss 5's hair this morning:
Miss 5: Where do people come from?
Me: Stunned into silence as I grope for a response
Miss 5: I mean how did we get here?
Hubby: People seeds
Me: Laser glare
Hubby: What?

Sigh. We distracted her with Angela Anaconda.  I just didn't think eight minutes before leaving for school was the right moment for the whole where did we come from chat.

:)