Daddy: “How come you are a duck?”
Kiddo: “My eyes are wet. So I can swim in the duck pond.”
Daddy: “You have to get dressed first.”
Kiddo: “Silly daddy! Ducks don’t get dressed. They swim nekked.”
Daddy: “Well, waddle over here and pretend you are a little girl and get dressed.”
Kiddo: (waddling) “Quack, Quack. See, I’m a duck. I quack.”
Me: (laughing) “What made you want to be a duck?”
Kiddo: “Silly mommy. I thought you’d understand. Geez.”
I think my little duck/girl is developing an attitude...and I still don’t know why she’s a duck.
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