Shortly before my grandpa died, I guess he went over a list of things with my Aunt Cindy, including items that he wanted dispersed to certain family members after he passed away. According to my aunt, Zoey was at the top of his list, and what was the #1 item on his mind, the most pressing thing he wanted to know would receive the proper home? The most annoying stuffed duck you've ever heard in your life--wackwackwackwack--all the damn time, whenever we visited. I don't remember Zoey particularly LOVING the duck, although I do remember my grandpa getting a kick out of the constant wackwackwackwack noise that he would play over and over for her. I asked several times if Cindy was SURE he wanted the duck to go to Zoey--wasn't it really baby Eli? Or Finley? Avelyn? ANYONE BUT MY CHILD?
But no. Cindy assures me it was Zoey.
See, the thing is, my grandpa believed in reincarnation. And I'm pretty sure he's coming back as that f***ing duck.
Which is the only thing that will ever prevent me from tossing it straight in to the Goodwill bin.
Well played, grandpa. Well played.
3 comments:
That, my friend, is freaking hilarious.
That is hilarious!!!
I love ducks, especially fake ones! Any clue as to where the batteries are located? "The duck is sleeping?" :)
Post a Comment