Señor Bullfrog & Kevin

     After a morning that included a pick up from the emergency room, food shopping, errands, my letter "A" day and laundry it was time for a break.  It was also sunny...so the pool beckoned.   I attempted to catch up on magazines which is a hopeless cause in itself and catch a few rays.  I did a little of both.  Then I decided to join the kids in the pool.  While treading water in the deep end I noticed a noise that I thought was some crazy bird.  So like a goofball I was checking out the nearby bush and tree for the bird that surely made its way to the Gap all the way from the Amazon...or maybe Australia.   Then I realized that the noise was a little too close to my head.  I searched and found  a tiny pipe hole in the side of the pool.  I thought I saw a little face in it but thought it was just the sun, squinting and imagination playing tricks on me.  Upon closer investigation I realized it was indeed a frog.  But who was he answering?  I had to know.  I started inspecting every little filter box on the sides of the pool.  I did find his friend tucked in the top of one of the openings.  I whispered to my daughter to come and check them out.  I then grabbed my little guy...ever so quietly as to not let on to the other ten children about our amazing discovery.   I was afraid they might bother the little critters and we all know how sensitive my family seems to be with that topic. 
     We dispersed and went back to our regular activities.  A few minutes later the discovery was made once again but this time by the exact little boy I feared would find the creature.  It turned out to be just fine though.  In fact, not only did the whole collection of kids find the frogs but they hung out for quite a bit looking at them.  My little activist was sure to take her post right there in the middle of them protecting any silly decisions that the others might have made.  I was proud of her for being the little amphibian advocate.  The funniest part was when the children went on to argue over the names they would need.  There they were...a range of ages...boys and girls...trying to pick the perfect names.  They settled on Señor Bullfrog and Kevin.  I giggled as I made my way back to the sunny chair that would give me a few minutes of rest before the even busier night kicked in.  All of those years  playing in pools and I've never found hiding frogs and if I did and have long forgotten I'm pretty sure it's safe to say their names were not the same.