some ducks and a pout

The scene: Some surprise visitors came to our door today.

Naturally I fetched the girls, even though they were mid-bath, so that they could see them. After a few minutes feeding the ducks bread and hanging out on the cold doorstep, it was time to resume the bath. Of course they didn’t want to get back in the nice warm water—complete with Mr. Bubbles—to finish their bath. However, they didn’t have a choice. So we quickly washed up, dried off, applied lotion and got them dressed so that they could spend some more time with Mr. and Mrs Duck.

The problem: The ducks were gone. They had moved on at some point within those five minutes. I guess our moist, white Grandma Sycamore bread wasn’t good enough for them.

The result: A very sad little girl.