It might be dinner.
As I was thinking of a title for this blog I was really having a hard time—there were some very good possibilities like: “A funny thing happened at daycare” or “Alouette, gentille alouette…”. Because this incident was so far out of my previous realm of experience I decided to go with the obvious. I consider this a fair head’s up if any of you are duck lovers out there…
So, due to our conflicting school schedules, our children attend a local daycare near our language school for one day each week. As they attend on the weekend around here, our kids really have the run of the place and they have been enjoying it immensely. Eldest son is most pleased because they keep painting new pictures on the wall and he gets to watch/ help? when he’s there. The kids also love the fact that the daycare has animals (you know the usual rabbit, duck, pigeons, helmeted guinea fowl (identified by eldest son of course) found in most daycares). Each day we pick them up we get a full report on the painting, the animals, and “Shaun the sheep” the new favorite thing to watch. One day, however, I noticed the children seemed a bit subdued, especially the middle. There were some strange things being said about the duck by eldest daughter when I wandered into the kitchen and discovered that the duck from the pen outside was now inside being plucked and cleaned. Eldest daughter really seemed the most affected by it all. Although, I must confess that I was a little horrified when I saw eldest son’s shirt. It was covered in purpley/red looking stuff, and I frantically starting asking in my broken language, “What’s this, what’s this?”. We finally determined it was the remains of cherry yogurt and not the aforementioned duck—so that was a relief.
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