Jeremiah Was A Bullfrog…

… and he was a good friend of mine.

Once upon a time, close to forty years ago, a certain little boy who would grow up to be an Ambulance Driver was terribly afraid of the dark. The only thing that kept the closet monster and the troll that lived under my bed from eating my face while I slept, was this stuffed frog.

Lately, he has taken up sentry duty for a little girl who isn’t so afraid of the dark as I was, but still likes the comfort of a good friend nearby. I figured since she’s fast outgrowing sleeping with Daddy, and Daddy long since outgrew sleeping with his stuffed frog, I might as well introduce ’em to each other.

Still, I’m tempted to creep in there and carry them both back to bed with me.