I'm going to bed tonight with five fewer mouths to feed.
There's been no tragedy -- thank God -- though it is a little bittersweet.
For the past few weeks, my family shared our kitchen with five tadpoles. We found them on a trail walk and decided that it would be fun to foster them and watch them change until they were full-blown frogs.
(Or toads. Whatever. I don't pretend to know the difference.)
Since then, they've been swimming around in a glass Pyrex bowl on my kitchen counter. We filled it with some pond water and rocks and, thanks to the miracle of Google, we figured out how to feed them.
We didn't bother to name them though. None of us could tell them apart anyway.
This morning, we noticed that all five had front and back legs and that they were all trying to stay above water more than stay below. Their days on our suburban cul de sac had clearly come to an end. It was time to turn them loose.
So what exactly does this have to do with Must-Have Parenting? Well, I'm getting to that.