Princess and the Frog

Today I’m joining Lynette Kraft and Wednesday’s Walk.

This is a little story of Grace when she was about 4 1/2 years old.

The Princess and the Frog

My darling daughter, the little princess who dances around with curly hair flying as she sings made up songs, came in from play and told me, “Mommy, I fink my froggy is going to die.” Now this got my curiosity up. What could my little princess have done to kill a frog? I followed our little dancer outside to where I saw a small green frog on its back stretched out in death. “Humm, what happened to your little froggy?” I was curious now because the frog, even in death, looked like it should. Her answer should not have astounded me; after all, she was our little princess. “My froggy was dirty so I washed him.” “Oh!” That should have explained it, but it didn’t. I’d never heard of a frog dying from getting a bath in what was probably a puddle of water. After all, don’t frogs like the water? “How did you wash it, honey?” Then came the answer I wasn’t expecting to hear, “Wiff soap.” OK! Soap killed the frog. I tried to hide my smile as I consoled her. “Yep, your frog is dead. Frogs don’t clean up with soap, honey. Next time, just use puddle water. Now, lets go wash your hands.”

As I led her into the house funny thoughts raced through my mind of all the little froggy princes who would be afraid tonight that their bath water would kill them. But now I could say for sure, “Beware little froggy prince, it’s not the bath water that will kill you, it’s the soap!”

The next day as we were getting ready to leave for an appointment my daughter excitedly ran back into the house. “Mommy!” She was yelling and singing. “My froggy got away! My froggy got away! Hi-Ho the Der-E-O, my froggy got away!” When I asked her what she was talking about she said, “My froggy isn’t dead! My froggy hopped away!” “No Princess, I say softly, “Your froggy is laying outside on the ground somewhere. He’s dead.” I couldn’t convince her otherwise. Funny thing is, when I walked out to see for myself I couldn’t find that soapy frog anywhere. As my Princess was jumping and singing “Hi-Ho the Der-E-O my froggy hopped away,” I thought to my self, “Maybe frogs do like soap after all!”