Keeping it simple today: I smile for rubber duckies.
Yesterday, we were walking through the grocery store hungry – big mistake, I know. Everything looked more delicious than ever, but we needed to get home to cook dinner. So I grabbed Sara’s arm and tugged her along, saying, “We’re going down THIS aisle so we don’t buy anything else!” I marched down the bathroom supplies aisle confident from the knowledge that our bodywash and toothpaste is well-stocked.
Then, there were duckies.
And Sara had to grab my arm and tug me along to get us through the rest of the aisle.
Confessoin: I have a collection of them (colorful, costumed, light-up, glow-in-the-dark…), which is probably inappropriate for a 25-year-old. One day, I’m going to have a rubber ducky-themed bathroom and they’ll be on shelves or something. Sara has come to accept this inevitability, though she would prefer for it to not be our master bathroom.