So, I did what any mother trying to educate a young child would do - I cupped it gently in two hands and carried it over to the water table. And... like any scrapbooker would do, I hollered plaintively for Connor to bring the camera, quick!!! He obliged, and what ensued was a delight to watch. Makena watched the frog hop and swim, leaning way over with her nose while I held her hands so she wouldn't hurt it. At one point, her right hand was in the same section of the water table as the frog, and it climbed up onto her hand. She thought that was the best thing ever, squealing and smiling. Connor, bless his seven year old heart, kept shooting and got some TREMENDOUS pictures. Nice work, Connor! I have friends who won't let their kids use even a cheap point and shoot camera but Connor wields our D300 quite well.
I did manage to stop Makena mere inches from putting the little guy (girl?) in her mouth since she likes to explore with all of her senses. That photo's so priceless it'll get its own scrapbook page! I just need to decide whether to title it "Lunch!" or "Don't eat that!" or "Help!!!" or "And then things went terribly, terribly wrong..." or "A Prince, Perhaps?"
The frog was physically unharmed. Emotionally, I can't say, but we only played with him for about two minutes and then I put him back in the leaves where I found him. I even set out a large bowl of water in the shade for him/her/it since it was hot out.