Froggy?

Daddy:  Chuck, tell Mama how you wold describe our firepit right now.
Chuck:  Froggy!
Mama:  Froggy?
Chuck:  Froggy.
Mama: What, um, makes our firepit, 'Froggy?"
Chuck:  Well, when it rained last week, the firpit filled up with water... and then a frog moved in.
Mama: You mean a toad?
Daddy:  Nope, a leopard frog.  Instead of floating on a lilypad, it is floating on a piece of charcoal.
Mama: Pardon?