My mum has a big plastic tank out on the back balcony, and at first glance, looks like a big plastic tub, full of bark, sand, a few rocks and an old fishtank. Nothing great. But it is full of mums pets.

She has pet frogs. Actually, I think they are really toads, but there is such a stigma with toads, in Australia we dislike them... even if they make a cool popping noise when you drive over them in the car.

Anyways, mum has around 20 frog/toad things.(I actually just asked her how many are there, and she proceeded to tell me about how 4 have recently died, because the pet store was continually out of stock when it came to fresh crickets, how one has a deformed leg that looks more like a football than a leg, and another is a greedy giant one, about 8 times larger than all the others... the John Candy of the toad world.)

As I mentioned, some toads died recently, and my little kindy sister found the frog carcass that mum had somehow 'left lying around'. Who leaves a toad carcass just lying around the house?

Well, Gabrielle was devastated at the site of this dead frog. Absolutely inconsolable. Tears and crying... much weeping and gnashing of teeth.

Mum eventually asked her, why are you so upset over this tiny little frog?

"Because it reminds me of Grandma!!!"

Somehow, my grandmother, who passed away a few years ago resembles a thumbnail sized, fat-bodied, lanky-legged toad.

You know what? I can kinda see where she is coming from....