My baby boy is 20 months old and I found out this weekend just how scared he is of frogs.

I didn’t think he would even notice them to be quite honest, unfortunately there was one in the bathroom on Saturday night and I think if he could’ve crawled back where he came from, he would’ve.

Then I asked him to pick up his plastic, squeaky frog for the bath and he jumped on the bed screaming : ‘ oh nooooooo, mum, oh nooooo’.

Of course this situation is perfect for a big sister who would like to take revenge on an irritating little brother. Every time she walks past him, she whispers ‘frog’ in his ear and then falls over laughing when he starts freaking out.

I so love my kiddies…