Last week, the twins and Mommy went outside, and Chance picked up a stick. Mommy thought nothing of it and watched him examine it and turn it around in his hand. His sister was squatting next to him, looking at something on the ground, and then what do Mommy's eyes suddenly see? He pokes his sister with the stick, without warning, without cause. As if he just wants to see what would happen . . . Grace responded with a surprised look, and Chance . . . well, he just looked at the stick again, unphased by Grace. Mommy scolded him with a hidden smile--and called Uncle Matt right away.
After all, that's a signature move from Matt's childhood; whenever he didn't want to touch something but wanted to check it out, he'd poke it with a stick. We could almost always get Matt to poke something strange with a stick; he couldn't resist. Those yucky green, circular, softball-sized blobs by the lake? Get Matt; he'll poke it with a stick.
Soooooo, when we saw a frog in the yard earlier this week, Mommy picked up a stick and poked it gently--it wasn't moving, so how was Mommy supposed to know if it was alive or not? It moved a bit, and then Mommy asked Chance if he wanted to poke it. He declined, not very interested in the frog (and maybe a bit afraid of it). But Grace agreed to do it, and in honor of Uncle Matt, here's the somewhat uneventful video (since Mommy didn't get the one of Chance poking Grace). :)
And Daddy came home from work soon after, so here's another video of Daddy poking it (gently!) with a stick too. You can see the actual frog in this video.