May 6, 2014
Scott giggled, opening his hands to reveal a dead little frog he'd found out in the yard. "I called him Norbit, okay? We can keep him? Stiles gots to keep a frog an' I wants to keep him too."
Raleigh’s nose crinkled at the soft waft of death that came with the movement of his boy’s hands, tipping his head over to examine the poor dead creature. “Buddy, you can’t keep a dead frog. You hafta bury him, okay?” He reached out and dusted a hand through his son’s hair, “If you wanna keep a frog we’ll go out in the yard and look for a live one okay?”