When my son was a toddler he went to stay with his Gran for a few days for his first ever holiday without me. On his return he cuddled me and pulled this small frog in his pocket, which I recognised as belonging to my Mother. I asked him what he was doing taking her things and he looked at me, eyes wide and said, "I missed you so much, and wanted to bring you home a present. I didn't have any money to get you anything". After explaining it was wrong to take things that belonged to others we rang Gran up. After telling her the same thing she told me she said she didn't have the heart to take it back. I have treasured this frog ever since (My son is now 12). When I look at it I remember the small boy who loves me so much that he just HAD to get me something to show it.