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.
Really cute. The duckies allow you to collect more smiles.