My son the frog

My beautiful son, my prince, Matthew is a frog. Yep thats right. He's a frog. Matthew has been a frog for about five days now and this is all Evonne's fault!

Evonne, who works with my husband at Willey's sent the most adorable frog costume home for Matthew. I never dreamed it would be such a hit. He's literally only shed his froggy skin a couple of times in order to take a bath. I washed it once after a trip to the icecream parlor resulted in a chocolate covered frog. Even then, the boy whined and cried the entire wash cycle. I think he pulled it out of the dryer a little early too, so he was probably slightly damp inside that frog for a while.

Its cute, but a little alarming when a giant frog comes to wake you in the morning. Sliding up next to you in bed and flopping his little froggy limbs over your back.

Matthew is a singing frog too. He imagines he's the frog from Shrek the third singing, as the little froggys in that show do, "Live and let die."

Matthew is always some character. Spider man, bat man, peter pan, iron man, super man, power ranger, teenage mutant ninja turtle, a regular ninja, or a knight in shining armor. Sometimes he even throws on his old chicken costume from a couple of years ago. Its much too small, but he doesn't mind.

If he doesn't own a the costume, as with iron man and peter pan, it doesn't matter, he just makes it himself. Matthew's version of a peter pan costume consists of his underwear, his sister's sparkly purple slippers, a vest, and a green and blue beanie. Iron man is his knight and shining armor helmet, snow boots and underwear. My little Matt lost his spider man mask some time ago and has since been wearing a pair of undies on his head to serve as a mask.

What am I doing about this? Well I did wrestle him out of it on Saturday, but only because I didn't think his coach would appreciate a frog playing in the soccer game. But as soon as we were home, Matthew turned back into a frog and has been one ever since. I don't discourage it. I just play along. I go to the grocery store with my frog, the library, for walks, you name it. I've heard its healthy, this imaginative thinking. Perhaps if I allow my son to be a frog now he'll grow into a very creative, and successful prince later.