Frogs

I was mowing the lawn today, when Quinn frantically ushered me over to the front sidewalk. I saw that he was pointing to a frog lying there, and gave him a thumbs up sign and a smile. "How cute that he wants to show me a frog!" I thought. He kept mouthing something, so I finally turned off the lawn mower. "MOM!" he cried. "WHAT IS THAT???" "A frog, silly". "No it's not," he said. "Yes, Quinn... that's a frog." "But it doesn't have a mouth!" he said. I then went to stand by Quinn, who was looking at the frog from the front. OHHHHHH. There was no mouth, because there was no HEAD. Obviously, this frog had been a victim of my lawn mowing. GROSSSSSSS.