As Clean and Wonderful As Anybody Could Ask For

The boys are so good at not smiling for the camera.

Sometimes, though, they rise to the occasion.

Today is Children's Day, so we did a celebratory lunch and some pictures with our front entrance traditional decorations and even a little old school garb.

It was finally warm enough that I joined the boys in wearing shorts for the first time this year. We spent the morning cleaning the inside of the car, after which they scuffed it up again pretending to be mama and papa driving. Osamu has a pretty good mama face here.

Osamu had so much fun yesterday playing with water guns at the park that he tried to recreate the experience today at our local park. He did okay. He just got himself all wet.

Papa caught five flies for Kenzo's frog to eat. Two escaped in the transfer process and it's unclear if the other three made it to the frog's stomach. I am keeping my fingers tightly crossed that he lives to see another day. Kenzo is great at catching bugs but needs to work on his caring-for-bugs skills.

I’ve been getting into the head of Kenzo's frog. Currently his name is Irotsuki-kun. The reason for the name, according to Kenzo, is because he is so colorful.

I keep thinking the frog is listening to us talking. Or at least he is listening to Kenzo and Osamu talk. They love holding him and saying things like, "We should put more water in his terrarium" or, "Maybe he’ll eat some ladybugs," and the frog must be thinking "no way" to all of that.

"I just want to go home to my park," is what he's thinking.

I can see it in his eyes that the moment he has a chance he’s going to jump away and be free.

And then there’s the part where Kenzo shows off Irotsuki-kun to other people, like all the neighborhood adults who walk by.

One of our neighbors, a nice old lady, was saying, "You should let him go! He’s covered in germs so you should wash your hands."

The frog must be thinking, "Wait a second. I’m kind of offended by that. Maybe I’ll stay and prove you all wrong. I am as clean and wonderful a pet as anybody could ask for."

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