[Okay, frog, now you've done it. Isabella is giggling so much she's about got the hiccups. ]

Where are you g-going!

[She gives up on trying to get the frog to cease it's ascent up her arm and instead scrunches her neck up just incase the little amphibian decided that he wanted to tickle her there too. She is laughing and shaking from the feeling of little wet feet climbing up her arm.]

You realize I am not a tree, right?