While waiting on the moon to come out of hiding, we took a family stroll through the neighborhood.
Then Grace darted over to a driveway with Chloe in tow.
She had found a frog.
And wanted a closer look.
She chased after that frog.
And curtisied to it.
It might be a prince under the spell of a mean old witch, after all.
Of course, Faith didn't believe us.
So we let that frog go. Grace wasn't willing to kiss it and I already have my Prince Charming...