Hmmm…wonder why The Littlest Briston avoids climbing on Mr. Froggie when she goes to the local playground?
I suspect the creator of Mr Froggie’s leaking-vitreous-humor-eye has been taking lessons from the horror that is the Communist playground.
Someone’s been riding Mr Froggie so hard, it made him cry.
Or they’ve been enjoying it so much, it made him cry.
I propose a change to the “you make the baby Jesus cry.”
How’s “you make Mr. Froggie cry” sound?
