One day, while browsing the aisles of the local party supply store, NorthernDaddy came across a frog. One of those squishy, wobbly, air-filled thingies that are just plain fun to smoosh around. LittleNortherner had been getting bored with his bath toys (as in, "What do you mean I can only have a wash cloth to play with?") (That came after he soaked destroyed the bathroom by playing with a superball in the tub.), so NorthernDaddy decided to get the cheap little froggie as a bath toy.
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Cute, isn't he?
Mr. Hopper has spent some time in the tub playing with Luigi (yes, from the video game. He's a little LEGO-type guy that came from a birthday party goodie bag.), an empty shampoo bottle, and a raquetball. (NorthernDaddy apparently didn't learn squat from the superball incident.)
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Last night, it was noticed that Mr. Hopper was losing some of his smoothness and wasn't as shiny as he once was. He was actually kind of tacky. Not tacky like the ugly chandelier in your dining room; tacky as in "slightly adhesive or sticky to the touch". NorthernDaddy noticed that Mr. Hopper would stick to various surfaces that he was pressed onto. Well, why not toss the frog to the ceiling and see if he'll stick? (It's an automatic thought process for boys. You mothers just wouldn't get it.)
Yup - he'll stick. He'll stick and amuse the heck out of two boys - one who should be old enough to know better!
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