Daddy and son made sure Ducky was securely strapped into the swing.
Safety first, you know.
Then my son pushed the duck. "What does the Ducky say?" he would ask us, and we would answer, with dismal lack of creativity, with things like "Whee!"
Apparently Ducky got bored with simply swinging, so my son twisted the swing to give Ducky a real thrill. "What does the Ducky say?" "This should be fun!"
Except during the twisting process, this happened. "What does the Ducky say?" "Aaaaah! Oof."
And then the swing untwisted itself, pulling my son with it. "What would the Ducky say?" "Watch out - that deranged mutant killer monster swing is after you!"
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