Frog

This morning Gavin was sitting on the couch trying to clear his throat. He had an obvious "something" in there. So I tell Gavin, "Sweetheart, you have a frog in your throat". Why a frog? I don't know, but that is what my Mom used to say and it just sounded good. Quinten adds, "And that frog keeps bouncin'!" That was too cute and I had to write it down.