To Be Small

Two nights ago I found this barely there guy right before tucking Grayson in to bed. It's amazing how perspective works. This little frog made our own little frog seem like a giant human tower of face, arms, and legs. I went to bed that night wondering if its mother thinks the same thing when coming across a meal worm or a breadcrumb. "Look Papa Frog," she would say, "Frauberto (Italian frogs are prolific round these parts) is simply a turret of huge proportions next to this preciously small dust mite!" Probably she kissed his little Frauberto face, turned on his buglight, and wished him the sweetest of dreams because no matter how big he would seem in their world or ours, he'd always and forever be her little froglet.