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So we arrived at the first house today ahead of our realtor.  It turned out she witnessed an accident on the way to meet us and the police wanted a statement from her.  Those damn cops.

Anyway, when we arrived at the house, we got the kids out so they could run a little while they had the chance.  Unfortunately, Sam (now used to the house touring process) ran right up to the front porch.  Then he picked up a plastic/ceramic/something frog and threw it down onto the walkway.  Breaking it into a million pieces.

Oh, shit.

We pushed the pieces out of the way, into the bushes.  Bad person I am, I probably would have left it at that, hoping the homeowners would never notice that their frog was missing.  Or see the pieces in the bushes.  Or the dark spot left behind on the porch from where the frog sat for probably 10 years.

Daniel-By-The-Manual, however, felt the need to let our realtor know about the dissected frog in the bushes. She laughed it off, God bless her, and said said things like that happen with kids around, and told us she’d let the listing agent know about it.

Whew.

p.s.  Come on.  I would have said something if Dan hadn’t.  Really.  I swear.