Isn't Nature Fascinating?!

We've been promising the girls a trip to Petsmart culminating in the purchase of frogs and fish. Frogs and fish to fill the aquarium previously inhabited by 2 tadpoles generously gifted to the girls for free. The tadpoles were VERY exciting. Then one died. Then the other one teased us by sprouting the tiniest little leg buds known to man...or frog. Then, as quickly as the girls named the one remaining tadpole "Skittles Sugar Diamond", it quit its leg-growing process and began the process of dying, swimming again, dying, swimming again, you get it.

Mother's Day: The kids in the neighborhood were playing together while the adults were drinking coffee, visiting, etc. I started talking with our neighbor whose kids also had boarded the tadpole roller coaster of emotion, and we realized that our tadpoles were existing in the same messed up frog purgatory. Their tadpole had been living/dying with leg buds for a full year. Okay. Knowing there was even a remote possibility that I might have to explain to the girls everyday for the next year that Skittles Sugar Diamond was "trying to become a frog but everyone grows at their own pace" as opposed to "I don't know what's wrong! It just won't die! Okay?!" pushed me from annoyed to just plain hateful. My neighbor and I began lamenting the fact that our tadpoles would neither become frogs nor JUST DIE already. We had a good humored conversation about wishing our baby mutant amphibians would just bite it, and then we all had places to be so off we went. That night, Skittles Sugar Diamond died. Yikes. Now, the weekdays get so busy for all of us around here, that the next time I had a chance to talk to my amphibian amiga was when we chose the same gas station Thursday morning. She started pumping gas, then came closer and said (as though we'd done something wrong...) "our tadpole died last night!". And now I'm panicking.

My God!! Our negative energy was so strong, it actually KILLED the tadpoles. Neither one of us is actually that certifiable, so we joked about using our power for good and not evil, blah blah blah. I left the gas station and went to help out in Ava's classroom for the morning. When I got home, I had a voicemail from the aforementioned neighbor that started out like this, "WTF, Ang. I came home to clean the tank and the tadpole started swimming around!" Could someone PLEASE diagram this life cycle for me???

Ok, so what is my point you ask? My point is this: My neighbor and I thought we could kill mutants with our brain power, but it turns out, only I can. Now I'M holding all the cards, bitches!!

(oh, and in case you were wondering, Ava named the red and orange fish "silver" and Sophia named the frog "hamster toe". Yup. They're mine.