I pondered on kissing the frog but nah, I am not interested in turning it into a prince. Besides, it’s too busy with the worm, why would he trade his yummy food with an annoying little girl disturbing his feast.
Only to find out that this bouquet was waiting for me at home.
Looks familiar? Pink stargazers and carnations wrapped in white paper.
Somebody knows me too well.
And that’s one of the reasons why I won’t ever need to kiss a frog to find my prince.