Dedicated to my sister for her kindness.
Kids
"I told you there are at least seven different types of them in the garden."
"Amazing! May I take them to my room?"
"No! Absolutely not! And don't tell your mother. She won't like it."
"I won't, Papa." The little girl looked up worriedly. "But they'll escape during the night if I don't watch over them."
"I'll help you find new ones tomorrow."
The girl scrabbled closer to her crouching father, examining the little, excited creatures in the basin closely when her mother's startled voice made both of them turn around guiltily.
"What are you two doing with those frogs?"