An Unexpected Visitor

We weren't the only people house crashing at Grammie and Grampie's. Early one morning, while we were slowly transitioning from pajamas to day clothes, Grammie found a little visitor in the house. We inspected...and it was a fwog! A wittle baby fwog! Of course everyone knows that you blow on a frog, right? 

Then stand back and chuckle.

Overall we were more skeptical of the visitor than anything else, so Grammie released him back to go find his mommy fwog.

Since this happened, any tuft of hair or fuzz or lint on the floor is a frog. Wook! A fwog, mommy! Frogs are now all over the house.