Ryan has a dear friend, a duck named Mallard, who many of you may have met. We introduced Ryan and Mallard a couple of years ago, when we were desperate to get Ryan sleeping through the night. Mallard seemed to help. Since then, Mallard has a place reserved in Ryan's big boy bed, silently spending the night nestled in the crook of Ryan's elbow.
But a couple of days ago, things changed. Mallard talks. Ryan will be in his room playing and I'll hear this conversation.
Ry: Hey, let's pick out some books.
Mallard: Quack, quack, QWACK!
Ry: Oh, you want to read the tiger book?
Mallard: QWACK.
Mallard has an opinion about lots of things now. He'll spontaneously "quack" at the TV and he loves "quacking" to the Veggie Tales in the car. Ryan wants to take him everywhere, but he's forbidden to leave the house. It would be tragic to misplace the little fella.
The worst part about the whole thing is that Mallard doesn't quack like a normal duck. He screeches and whines and shrieks. It's very bizarre...and annoying to the other members of our family (especially mommy!).
So, we'll endure this phase, as it shall pass...hopefully sooner rather than later. I'm not sure how much more QWACK I can take!
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