The kids enjoy torturing, I mean "loving" the many toads that enjoy living in our backyard. They have named all of them and claim to be able to tell each of them apart by various distinguishing characteristics. This poor soul's name is
Toadenstein. If you look closely enough, he is missing an eye. I don't think my kids were responsible for that injury, but I wouldn't put it past them. I found
Toadenstein hiding under the deck when I put the dog outside and tried to get him to run away, but the kids found him anyway and spent the day making a special toad condo for him to live in so he could raise a family. For
Toadenstein's sake, I hope hope he made though that with other eyeball intact!
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