When I was a kid, we always used to feed the ducks at the cottage, and I was hoping that the ducks would still be hanging around 20 years later.
I went into a local bakery and they generously gave us a huge bag of day old buns to feed the ducks (enough for a week, seriously!), so everyday we would go down to the dock after breakfast and again after naptime, to feed the ducks.
The first few days Rebekah loved watching daddy throw the bread to the ducks and would get all excited to see all the "Quack Quacks".
By the end of the week, she knew that we went to the "pool" aka lake, to throw bread to the ducks. One afternoon on our way there she found a bun and I was able to ask her what she was going to do with it, and the following conversation ensued....
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