My Son The Drama Queen
Max is a very sensitive kiddo. I’ve been told he gets that from his mother.
Tonight the weather was pretty nice, comfortable even, so we ate dinner out on the porch. Actually, that isn’t crucial to this tale, I’m just glad it was nice enough to eat outside.
Back to Max. He was playing out back while I was making dinner, and he caught a little green frog. He held it and stroked it and put it on his head and let it jump around in his hair (I know, ewww!) He was actually very gentle with it, and talked very lovingly to it. But, as we prepared to eat, we encouraged him to let it go.
(We’ve had one prior incident with “keeping frog in container in kitchen” that did not end well.)
So, we explained that the frog needed to be free and go back to its family, yada yada. At first all was well. And then the sobbing began. Apparently “Froggie” was his “best friend” and he just “couldn’t take it”, he “had to have Froggie.” I can’t really do justice to the emotional trauma that was displayed. It went on for an hour. He was so sad. He understood that he had done the right thing by releasing the frog, but couldn’t stop his devastation. Is this all almost-six-year-olds, or do I have a future Academy Award Winning Therapy Patient?
The best part? At one point, I told him that he could come back out tomorrow and look for Froggie, and maybe Froggie would come back and visit him. And my sweet boy said, “Mommy, no he won’t. Frogs don’t understand love.”
My sweet boy. He amazes me.