"What's this, Mama?"

There I am, standing in the kitchen, making breakfast so we can dash out the door to the dentist. Nicholas comes over and I hear his little voice say, "What's this, Mama?" I look down and he is holding a dead, petrified frog. This frog is not a tiny frog and there it is, hanging down by it's leg between Nicholas' two fingers. What is my reaction you are wondering . . . "Drop that Nicholas, quick, right there, drop it!!!!!!!" He just innocently looks up at me. More urgently I say, "LET GO OF IT! WE NEED TO WASH YOUR HANDS!" So he drops it, finally, and asks, "Why do I have to wash my hands? What is it?" I calmly say, "It's a dead frog and full of germs, let's go wash your hands in my bathroom so daddy can come out here and put that in the trash." We walk into the bathroom and Jason is laughing. He continued to smirk and laugh at me until he left for work.