You might be raising a boy if...
he comes in from outside, into the kitchen, and proceeds to show you his broken flip flop. When you send him over to throw it away, you turn back to where he once was standing and there is a frog on the floor. Upon asking why there is a frog inside, he nonchalantly says (as in oh, yes, I thought I was forgetting something), "I must have left him in my pocket." For the record, this is the second day this week there has been a frog inside.
Ribbit!
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