Frog on a Log

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.