A tad here, a tad there.

Our new Tadpole (the one and only tadpole that didn’t get eaten by the goldfish) had a very dramatic week in the preschool room.


We came in on Friday morning only to find that our tadpole had gone missing. We had to think for a moment, to come to the conclusion, that maybe he wasn’t a tadpole anymore. We looked all over the place, but our slimy little friend was nowhere to be seen and we thought he was a goner for sure. But little did we know that later that day when Cindy saw a little shadow from the corner of her eye, our tadpole was a lovely green frog.

We were happy that we found our newly evolved friend safe. Now our tadpole can play safe and sound in its tank.