Flashes of Panic

I played good cop with my nieces.

They were tired and cranky and resisting being loaded in the car. I stuck my head in the back door and used a handy stuffed frog to introduce them to the age-old method of determining depth using frogs. (You know… knee-deep, knee-deep, or belly-deep, belly-deep, etc.) I had the frog catch a fly, elaborately. (thhhhhpttt—gulp “Sorry, did you want that one?”) I got smiles. I don’t think I’ve done such gratifying work in weeks.

It won’t be many more years that I’m able to lift them with a hug. I need to take these when I can get them.

Now playing: Kiss Me On The Moon from This Town Is Wrong by Nerissa & Katryna Nields