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Frog in Her Throat

Having a frog in her throat does not stop our Molly from practicing ballet

Having a frog in her throat does not stop our Molly from practicing ballet

 

Molly: (walks into the living room with an empty water glass having just woken up with sudden onset laryngitis, squeak-whispering) Mama, I want some water, please. No juice.  I want some juice, please.

Me: Amália Sofia! Did you swallow a frog yesterday?

Molly: (eyes wide, takes a heartbeat to decide, low energy whisper screams) Yes.

Me: You did, indeed! How did that frog get in there?

Molly: (thinking rather loudly)

Me: (fetching her some water)

Molly:

Me:

Molly: (whispers) It was the wind.

Me: It was?

Molly: (nodding, whispering) At school. It was the wind.

Me: And I bet you were laughing.

Molly: (excited whispers) I was laughing and laughing and then a frog went in my throat.

Me: That happens sometimes and now there is no room for your voice!

Molly: (whispers) Yes, there is only a frog, no voice, but he is nice. I can share.

Me: That is kind of you, Amália.

Molly: (nodding into her water glass)

 

Epilogue: After two days residence Molly woke up this morning and declared with the power of her full voice that her frog hopped out and moved away. Bye, Frog!