Wednesday, July 2, 2008


Last night I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Everytime I was conscious of my thoughts I had the children's song "Five Little Ducks" going through my head. Then, in one of my momentary lapses of sleep, I dreamed about singing that song with rubber duckies. I actually had twenty ducks and to speed it up I started making two at a time "come waddling back."

So this morning when that song was still going through my head (they call that "brain worms" when you can't get a song out of your head) I analyzed why that song. Probably because those duckies were obedient. When mother duck said, "Quack, Quack, Quack, Quack" they came waddling back.

My version would be: mother duck said, "Quack" and the ducklings ignored her so she threatened their little duck butts and took away duckie privileges. And then she held their little duckie heads under water until they were gasping for air and promised they would get a job, mow the lawn and pick up their underwear off the bathroom floor.


Karen said...

I like horses! Your son isn't making you crazy at all.

Gil said...

Take away the little ducks worms!

Nicole said...

Wow, and I thought I was the only psycho one around here.

I've had Paul Simon's Graceland stuck in my head for days!!! What does that say about me?

The Royal Monson Clan said...

You QUACK me up!!!

Anonymous said...

That's advanced parenting right there!!!! I figure you had to get a Ph.D. (you know, Piled higher & Deeper, just like your son's underwear) [Craig]