I needed to move our stubborn two-year-old, hereby nicknamed the Flash, from the living room to his room to get him dressed so we could get going! So I scooped him up and put him on my shoulders and tromped back to the bedroom and as I went through his doorway I said "Duck!"
...and he started to quack and flap his arms.
It's a wonder I didn't crash into anything, I was laughing so hard!
The other evening during "Night-time Amens" he thanked God for cake.
I'm sure God snickered at that too.
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