The two and a half year old grandboy slides one finger up for a moment of boy and snake interaction before boy and snake go their separate ways in search of lunch.
A very quick rendition of the letter V before his tongue goes in. If he had stuck it out a little more I could have had a Y too.
What this little frog needs is a hero and, with much booing from me, my sister insists her husband be it. Snake and frog both live to eat another lunch. Quite possibly snake returned for supper that same day.
When you won't let go of lunch even after giant hands have picked you up, it's clear this is a favorite food.
Don't you hate it when you grab carry out for lunch and it won't fit into the entrance to your office?
Who doesn't like a nice order of frog legs for lunch?
I like a garden that welcomes wildlife.
