My med student little brother and his wife the accountant sent Max a lovely birthday card and little stuffed tree frog. It’s a lovely green and orange frog with big amber eyes.
Max opened the card himself, and then wouldn’t give it to us to read it to him. He wanted to read it himself. ‘Lo and behold, he did! He read the entire ten line poem Tim wrote in the card all by himself. We only had to interpret one word (which I’m blaming on Tim’s penmanship, not Max’s reading ability). It was just amazing.
After reading the car, Max opened the frog and went nuts. He loves it. We decided it needed a name and started giving Max options, Fred, George and my personal favorite, Pesto (to go along with the little British Palace Guard Heather got him on her trip to London named Basil). He looked at us after each suggestion, then looked at the frog. Then, he declared with finality, “His name is Rocketship!” He then started teaching Rocketship to blast-off and ran the poor little frog around the house. I think three is going to be a good year.