Yesterday I picked up some little men from school.
One had a piece of candy and the other did not.
The candyless one confessed he had his frog on the log.
"Frog on the Log?" I ask (Doesn't that sound like a good thing, BTW?)
"Yes, Mom. I talked today."
The other little man expounded that it was more than talking. It was funny noises, too.
Ahhhhh. It all makes sense now. My son is just like me. I think we will have a long 12 years of this.