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frogs in the throat

March 15, 2011

“You’ve got a frog in your throat” is a tricky thing to say to a two-year-old.  It’s a downright dangerous thing to say to Little Friend.  When the mucus-y, cloggy, froggy thing happened to Little Friend’s voice the other night at dinner, we accidentally went there: “You’ve got a frog in your throat!” Big Friend observed.

Little Friend got real quiet.

Her brow furrowed.

Her hand went to her mouth.

She coughed.

Then she looked at her cupped hand.  “Frog,” she pronounced.  And so the Throat Frog was born into our family.  He makes frequent appearances at meal times.  Just now, he hopped out of her mouth, (complete with coughing, hacking, hawking noises) nibbled on some eggs and plums from Little Friend’s plate, received three kisses (as did Thumkin and, inexplicably, my forearm.)  Eventually, Throat Frog got his fill of food and hopped back into her mouth.

She held her hand out to the table where, presumably, Throat Frog was hunkered down.

She carefully lifted her hand to her open mouth.

And swallowed.

Throat Frog is home.

I’m in between breakfast dishes right now and the chicken stock that needs to get bubbling on the stove.  I’m trying not to use my cold as an excuse to get out and use the new jogging stroller this morning.  I’m sure you’re sick of reading Little Friend posts.  I promise to expand my horizons shortly.

Right now, this is what’s going on in my living room:

But for now, I just had to get this memory down in writing:  A frog in the throat who becomes an imaginary friend.  Who just happens to live in the region of Little Friend’s vocal chords.  And who is teaching her that no matter how many frogs you kiss in life, some of them just stay frogs.

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7 Comments leave one →
  1. March 15, 2011 10:22 am

    Do you remember your imaginary frog that lived in the pocket of my bath robe–coming out at your beck and call, you returning him to safety when you deemed it was time, for various and sundry reasons? Great memory. And as far as I know, he stayed a frog. And as far as I know, he went with the robe when it was given away, to adventures and lands unknown!

  2. Sarah Leed permalink
    March 15, 2011 10:45 am

    Preciousness. Absolute Preciousness.

  3. Larry T permalink
    March 15, 2011 1:47 pm

    I will never, ever, ever tire of Little Friend posts. I like them way more better than restaurant reviews. Viva Litle Friend.

  4. March 15, 2011 4:37 pm

    AMEN, Larry!

  5. March 22, 2011 9:20 pm

    That’s so adorable! Kids can be such fun. Your living room looks lovely.
    -FringeGirl

  6. March 31, 2011 10:06 am

    Oh, I wish blogging were around when my son was growing up so I could have documented all the cute little things he did.

    And I love your Little Friend posts!

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