We were driving somewhere. We drove far and for a long time. On a busy highway. Parents in the front seats, me with Frog in the back. We sat and talked about something deeply philosophical. And then Frog began to object to me. Moreover, without citing absolutely no worthy arguments in their arguments. I was outraged. That is why, after three minutes of my unhappy monologue, my mother watched with horror a terrible picture: I, wrinkling my nose, took the Frog by the leg ... and threw it out the window! Mom squealed in a heart-rending voice, urging dad to stop. Dad gritted his teeth and gripped the wheel tighter. It was impossible to stop, and we were driving in the stream at high speed. Mom felt the approach of disaster. Without the adored frog, I did not want to eat, drink, sleep, or go to the potty. And to explain to a two-year-old toddler that he himself is to blame for the loss is pointless.
Mother exclaimed in sorrow: “Well, why did you throw him out ?! Then you will cry. " To which I, apparently recalling the recent dispute, calmly replied: "He is bad." And at night I did not remember about him. And in the morning. Only a week later she spread her little hands: "Where is the Frog? ..." Mom, anticipating a prolonged hysteria, quietly whispered: "So ... baby .. Well, you threw him out yourself ... in the car ... remember? ..." I looked seriously to mom, remembering: "Yes ...". And I never regretted him again