Mowing the lawn, I was suddenly filled with excitement.  I had found an incredible treasure.  Scooping it up into my hands, I rushed into the house.

Seeing Charlene in the kitchen, I asked, “Where are the boys?  I need to show them something.”

Looking at me a tad quizzical, I explained.  “I found a toad!” Sure enough, cupped in my hands was a baby toad about the size of my thumbnail.  I remembered playing with toads as a young lad and I could not wait to show my kids.

Charlene motioned toward my boys, who were sitting on the porch.  Then my ultra caring and protective wife informed me, “You are going to need to wash your hands.  Toads carry salmonella.” Ugh, okay.

Now, pass me that raw cookie dough, I’m hungry.