Frogs.  My children love ’em.  Princesses kiss ’em, hoping for a prince.  I don’t think it’s worth it.  I just really don’t like them.  I don’t remember ever playing with frogs.  I made lots of mud pies.  I even convinced my cousin to taste one.  (He cried and wanted to go home after that.  Yes, I do feel bad now.) I mean, I am in awe of all God’s creation; I just don’t necessarily want to touch all of it, like my children do.  They spend…