Trey is at camp.
I'm really glad he comes home tomorrow.
Really. Glad.
For many reasons, actually.
He's funny.
He's kind.
He has a sweet smile.
He takes care of his fish and frogs.
But since he's gone, he asked that we
take care of his one fish and two frogs.
Why does he have a fish and frog?
Because his sister was sweet and got them for his b-day.
One of the three bit the dust Sunday.
Two hours after we dropped the kid off at camp.
Maybe it was depression.
Or frog disease.
Who knows.
What I do know is that the remaining critters are still blowing bubbles.
That's a good thing.
Right?
Can't wait to see that kid.
Nor can his fish or frog...
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