See the decorative duck in this photo? We got him in Memphis at the Peabody Hotel last year. I loved him. A lot.
Recently, #4 had an agenda that involved just enough large-muscle movement that my dear duckie got knocked off his perch. Onto the floor. In which he sustained a major trauma: Both feet were amputated.
It was the kind of accident that Super Glue couldn't touch. Sadly, my sweet duck went into the trash.
"You could have set him down into a grapevine basket..." my mom tried to help ease the sting.
I know me. And every time I looked at that green duck in a basket, I'd know he had no feet. And I'd get mad all over again.