By This morning I was dropping Carrie off at school when I spotted something moving on the sidewalk in front of the school. It was a very small toad, not much larger than a quarter.
I pointed this out to Carrie, who loves toads. She looked around for a second, and very seriously said, "we should move it so it doesn't get squished!"
She had looked at the large parking lot the toad was trying to cross and drawn her own conclusions. There was a nice large field of grass on the other side of the parking area that the toad seemed to be heading towards. Without any hesitation, Carrie immediately bent down and tried to gently coax the toad into her hands. Unfortunately her hands are barely larger than the toad, so it would have jumped right over or out.
I helped her get the toad into my hands, and then we walked it across the parking lot and set it on a cement block. It hopped off into the grass almost immediately. Carrie followed it for a moment, moved a leaf out of its way, and gave it a gentle goodbye pat.
As we walked back to the school, Carrie was thrilled at seeing and helping the toad. I was happy to have helped, happy that my daughter was so thoughtful and caring, and happy that the toad didn't pee on me. I think that is the first time that has ever happened!
Also, I should report that we haven't seen Toadie around the house since the last posting about him. I think his 'rescue' by the girls may have scared him away. Or he just found a better hiding spot.
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