Tristan: "Mommy, isn't our grass so froggy this morning?"
Me: "So froggy?"
Tristan: "Yeah, see, look at it. It's so froggy."
Me: "Do you mean foggy?"
Tristan: "Oh yeah, foggy. I thought it was called froggy."
Welcome to a froggy morning in the Poconos, everyone. :)