"Buh-bye, froggy bast-"

"Asa, finish that sentence, I absolutely dare you."

I froze; did Joel have a sixth sense for when I was being bad?

Without turning to face Joel— I already knew that he had that stupid, serious look on his poopy face— I backed away from the froggy slowly, eyes narrowed on the stuffie.

"Telling my Daddy?" I accused. "That is low, mista fwog. Sooo low."

The frog that I had once thought was a prince, the one that I had once pleaded with Daddy to buy me, sat on the kitchen side. His buggy eyes watched me; he knew I knew his crimes and he knew he...