Babies are weird.
I just asked Babypie, “What’s your name, little girl?”
Babypie said, “Duck.”
I said, “But I thought it was [Babypie]?”
She said, “It’s actually Duck.”*
I again said, “But you’re [Babypie]!”
She looked at me like she was thinking, oh poor, simply mother, patted her breastbone in an exaggerated fashion and said, slowly, “ME. DUCK.”
A couple minutes later, I said, “I need a picture of a girl named Duck,” which brought Babypie running in yelling, “Me! Me Duck! Me Duck!”
Here is an incredibly attractive picture of my girl called Duck:
*I ran this through Daddyman. “Did she just say, ‘It’s actually Duck’?” He agreed that she had.
