If it walks like a duck...and talks like a duck...

It's probably...a DUCK!

Some of you know that DS 2's 18th birthday was earlier this week. Almost three weeks ago, he dropped a "test balloon" conversation like this:

DS 2: Mom, I've got a question for you.

Me: OK

DS 2: Uh, what would you say if my friends bought me a duck for my birthday?

Me: HUH? Like a LIVE duck?

DS 2: Yeah, I've always wanted a duck. And I asked them to get me one for my birthday. And now they're looking for one. And I want to name it "Llama".

Me: Ducks are DIRTY. They are not meant to be kept in a house. Call your Uncle Greg and ask him about the ducks HE had as a child.

DS 2: OK, I will. {Note: He called but Uncle Greg wasn't home.}

Me: Still it's not a good idea. I would NOT be happy.

{End conversation...}

Now, if there is one thing the men/boys in my life know it's this: "If Mama ain't happy, ain't NO ONE happy!" So the duck conversation stalled there and I thought it died completely when my DS announced a few days later that his friends haven't been able to find one anyway. I assured him that was a good thing.

The birthday came and went. His friends filled his car with balloons. They took him to dinner. He went to a concert one night this week. All was well.

Today he and I went shopping for a new bed for his room. We found a great sale at Pottery Barn and got the lady to reduce the floor model even further. You might say I was feeling "just ducky" about our success shopping. DS 2 and I were in two cars...so I arrived home just minutes after he did and noticed his friend's (the Debutante)car parked awkardly out front.

"Just ducky" took on a WHOLE new meaning as I opened the door to find my DS 2, my DH, my DS 4 and DS 2's friend sitting around a crate in my entryway staring at a full grown duck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! They all looked like they got caught with their hands in a cookie jar.

She begged me not to hate her. I assured her I didn't. I did, however, threaten to strangle someone! DS 1 and DS 3 both came out to tell me it'd be fine that the duck could go out to our lake as soon as "she" left. Suffice it to say this was little consolation as I looked at the behomoth crate with this critter inside it!

DS 2 tried to "make friends" with the duck, but the duck continued to whimper and snap. He knocked the water bowl over. She left after she got some pictures of my son with this thing. DS 2 left less than 40 minutes after meeting his "new pet". He has a party to attend tonight. I promise I'll post pictures as soon as I can take some...my camera isn't charged. And I wasn't going to admit to her that I might take some.

As I type this, the duck is still in the crate in my entryway waiting for his new owner to come home. I'm thinking since it's been a bit rainy this afternoon, that it's a great day for a wet duck...uh....OUTSIDE! DH, however, says "It'll be OK. The duck will go into our lake soon enough. She just "walked in with it."

Whatever! Let me just tell you there is NEVER ONE dull moment around this house. And I am once again thankful for my friend Cindy's wisdom as she reminds me, "This is just an event." She's right.

I hope YOUR day is going just as "ducky" as mine was before the 'real thing' showed up in my house......I'm laughing now...truly I am...cause if I don't...come to think of it...I might QUACK!!