My son has a big stuffed duck that goes EVERYWHERE with him. The duck goes to church, to Grandma’s house, to the park, to the grocery store, to the theme parks, the mall, etc. – he is a well-traveled duck for sure, receiving lots of ducky love! Yesterday, the duck needed an impromptu bath, and it was a baby tragedy.
You see, all was going well, we were dumping buckets of water on the lanai to wash away all the artwork and start fresh again, along with all the dirt and various other things that accumulated during the storm. Lil’ Duck was happily scrubbing with a rag and cackling his little head off. Then he decided, while I was busy filling up the bucket of water, that the duck needed to help. Yes, into the puddle of dirty water he went, and it wasn’t just a little water either. I tried to rinse him in the sink, but he was still sopping wet. I had some laundry that needed drying anyway, so I figure why not just toss the duck in there for a bit?
That was a mistake. You would have thought I chopped off his arm – horrible wails, red faced, screaming at the top of his lungs, throwing himself against the dryer screaming, “no wa-wa, no dryer, duck-duck, duck-duck, MY duck-duck!!” This went on until I finally got the duck out after about 10 minutes, still damp but at least not sopping wet.
This would have been the end of the drama, except that this morning he decided to pour his sippy of soy milk all over the same poor duck. So, all I have heard all day is, “no bath for duck-duck, no bath, no wa-wa, my duck” as he went thru the washer. The excitement of hearing the washer shut off was quickly replaced by heartbroken screams as the duck went not into his arms, but into the dryer again.
The duck could really use a fluffing on a full drying cycle, the poor thing looks like it’s been through a war now. Of course, as I am writing this, he just poured cinnamon applesauce all over the duck. Poor duck.