He's every bit the boy, that one! Rubber boots, muddy hands, black eye and handling toads.
I asked him what he was going to name his toad, and he said, "Toad." Very good. It's an obvious, no-nonsense moniker.
Shortly after, Toad wriggled out of Graedy's grasp and squeezed himself through a crack in the deck, never to be seen again.
No problemo! The kids raced back to the toad spot and Maddie caught herself another one. When I asked her what this one would be named, she said, "Toad. Toadda. Todd. ROBIN!!" So Robin it is. The first thing Robin did in her home/tote was to explore all the sides by frantically jumping and trying to scale the walls to freedom. The second thing she did was release some bubbles.
I believe it might have been toadstool.
PS - At the time of this writing, Robin is now named Speckles.