There are some times in life when I wish I had a tape recorder rolling. Last night, in the van on the way to dinner, was one of them. Thing 2 is in 6th grade.
Thing 2: So today in school we got to dissect frogs.
Thing 2: Yep. I thought I was going to barf but it was pretty cool.
Me: Tell me about it.
Thing 2: Well, I felt the frog’s heart and then we went digging around.
Me: Isn’t the smell of formaldehyde like cherry cough syrup?
Thing 2: These weren’t in formaldehyde. They had been frozen alive.
Me: So were they icy?
Thing 2: Nope. The teacher had defrosted them. But it did smell really gross when we poked their poop sacs.
Me: Say what? Poop sacs? How can a tiny frog’s poop sac make that much smell?
Thing 2: Well, the frogs were big, bullfrogs, and everyone was doing it.
Me: I see. So where did your science teacher get the frogs?
Thing 2 (giggling): Carrefour.
Things 1 and 3: No way!!!!
Thing 2: Yep. He walked in and bought a box of frogs, took them home, and put them in the freezer in a garbage bag. Alive.
Me: Let me get this straight: you can just buy a box of frogs at Carrefour?
Thing 2: Yep.
Me: That must have made a lot of noise, 25 bullfrogs, banging around a freezer.
V3 (new driver): Frog is good. I like frog. Good to eat.
Can you guess which restaurant we were traveling to? Blue Frog. I swear. Ribbit Ribbit. Happy Spring and we will write from Beijing, from the foot of the Wall, even if I have to go back to my old tricks of using a guest blogger.