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He toddles up to me, hands cupped. “I made this, Daddy!”

I drop my briefcase. “What is it?”

His hands open and there goes the frog. We scramble after it, laughing.

I didn’t realize then that his statement had been literal. I still don’t know what he uses as materials.

This story was based on the prompt “for you” at TypeTrigger.