farewell croakie

last night croakie jr was floating around in the water dish. when we fished him out he was alive but terribly bloated. think violet in charlie and the chocolate factory (we just finished reading this, charlie is miles' new hero). i had a bad feeling but miles was optimistic. when i looked online it appeared to most likely be kidney failure and we should rush croakie to a vet. this did not happen. this morning before miles woke up we found little croakie back to normal size, but not alive. it was sad. i left before miles woke up but when he did rich said he cried for a long time. how does a 5 year old understand death? there's a post way back about charlotte's web and how watching it created a lot of questions for miles about life and death. this time he just didn't want to talk about it. he told me after school that croakie had died but when i said i was sorry he just said "that makes me even sadder."

so, we are down to one little frog and we will continue to take good care of him. i think the next pet if there is one, will be stronger and sturdier and maye furrier and friendlier.

also today at the playground there were 5 or 6 teenagers hanging around and talking teen stuff, and wrestling around, throwing sand on each other. only 2 little kids were interested in them, and one of them was my son. he slyly sat right next to them for a long time, pretending to play in the sand. when i asked him what they were talking about he said he couldn't understand what they were saying. good.

and miles said that when he got to be as big those kids he was just going to leave town and live in the country. just get a house in the country. maybe live near brian.

he sounded like he was about 32.

goodnight, goodnight, we miss you little croakie.