Her Father's Daughter

After riding around (okay, attempting to ride) on her bike the other afternoon, Elizabeth saw a frog. And chased the frog. And held it. And released it. And chased it. And held it. And released it. And chased it. You get the picture. She unwittingly tortured the poor thing (squeezing it a little too tightly in an effort to hold on), but she was fascinated by it. Finally, she let him go, "back to his mommy and daddy." No fear, no squeamishness. She is definitely Lee's daughter.