Our Talismen

See that frog up there? That one riding a bike? That one riding a bike WITHOUT A HELMET MAMA!?!?!

This is what my husband posted to his Facebook profile about that frog:

This is not a toy. This is not the coveted “froggie rides a bike” toy. No, this is a talisman armed with more juju than that balsa wood thing that nearly derailed the Brady’s Hawaiian vacation. In absence, it can bring an entire morning to a halt, reschedule conference calls, and alter commute patterns. In presence, it provokes toothy smiles, infinite variations on engine noises, table manners, and a healthy, well-balanced appetite. This is not a toy and it cannot be lost ever again.

It is critical that we differentiate this toy from this book, which sometimes is the only thing between us and nap time:

It is also critical that we differentiate this toy, and this book, from this character, the green one on the left, perched on top of the Big Boy Bed:

That character — also known as “Froggie” — goes a lot of places with us, such as school, swimming lessons, and the Big Store:


Pronunciation: \ˈta-ləs-mən, -ləz-\
Function: noun
Inflected Form(s): plural tal·is·mans
Etymology: French talisman or Spanish talismán or Italian talismano; all from Arabic ṭilsam, from Middle Greek telesma, from Greek, consecration, from telein to initiate into the mysteries, complete, from telos end — more at telos
Date: 1638

1 : an object held to act as a charm to avert evil and bring good fortune
2 : something producing apparently magical or miraculous effects

In our house, we believe in talismen.  Sometimes, they are what help us get through a nap, a meal, or a seemingly simple trip to buy toilet paper.


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