When I work the girls this morning to the news that their Bubbie’s three duck eggs had hatched, they were beside themselves. Dina, the tough one, actually cried tears of joy. (Bassie was unimpressed. “I do that all the time, Dina!”) They’re both very excited, but Bassie has taken especially fondly to them. The seem to be imprinting on her, and she is encouraging it:
In addition to this exciting news, just look at how happy this bus is about the return of a 19th century std (thanks for the link, mirth!):
It’s a sunshine day! And by the way, Bassie is such a good duck mother, that she thinks she’s ready to be…a duck. Which is good, because I’d rather her be a duck than an unwed, five year old. albeit human, mother.
(yeah, I know, the formatting sucks here. that’s what happens to me when yosefblog goes out of town. help me, protagonist!)
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