Fear not, this post isnt about a frenzied crazy duck but there is some definate decapitation, so you have been warned.

Its well documented that my youngest baby daughter is a strong minded little miss but her strength was demonstrated two fold when during an enjoyable splashabout in the bath, the duck sponge quite simply lost its head! She pulled its body one way and its head the other and ultimately, its spongey neck just couldnt cope! I obviously dont condone my children destroying their things but all I could do was laugh at her looking from hand to hand with surprise (and a little delight I think).

This is the before picture .... the after picture is too disturbing :-)

We dont have much luck with ducks in our family. We were in a restaurant one day and my eldest daughter decides that she would quite like to try the duck and as we always encourage her to eat different things, I was delighted that she seemed to be enjoying it. The restaurant wasnt particularly busy and out of nowhere she stopped eating and looked at me and said "mommy, where does this duck come from" I asked her what she meant and she replied "its not from the duck pond is it?" The concern in her eyes left me with a dilemma, do I tell the truth or do I sugar coat it a little, and I could see some of our fellow diners were waiting on my answer too. So I went with "these ducks are born because they want to give you a yummy dinner" She eyed me up suspiciously but I think I got away with it.

In the same restaurant a little later, we were doing some word puzzles whilst we waited for desserts and were finding words that rhymed. We did all the simple ones like cat, bat, hat, rat and for some reason I suggested sock. So we had sock, rock, dock and c*** ....... trust me, I felt like that spongy duck and thought it was going to be me losing my head! My fabulous other half took it all in his stride and said "well done sweetheart, cockrel is another word". Phew!

I think we should maybe stay away from birds in our house!