We passed the Easter clearance in the store,
and Miller grabbed a BIG yellow duck.
"Miller, put the duck back."
Miller, we're not buying the duck."
Miller, I didnt bring money to buy the duck today."
So much for obedience.
He skipped down the aisle,
throwing the duck in the air and catching it,
and singing to an already chosen name,
No amount of convincing,
and let's-not-create-a-scene coaxing worked.
Let the cashier handle this.
"I'm not interested in purchasing the duck.
Could you pretend to scan it, and then make it disappear?"
Miller waited at the end of the conveyor belt,
quickly noticing the duck not enjoying the trip to the bags.
Tears brimmed in his eyes.
"Mom, where's clucky ducky?"
"Miller, you have lots of stuffed animals you can play with
under your crib."
"Mom, those aren't mine."
He was right.
He has a one, green monster, named Fenway.
Call me a softie. I deserve it today.
Meet the newest addition to the farm.