"The duck store? What's the duck store?"
"The DUCK store!" she repeated like I was an idiot for not knowing what the duck store was.
"What do you get at the duck store, Sweetie?"
"DUCKS!" she said and rolled her eyes just enough to convey the idea that she thought I was completely simple-minded and she marveled at the fact that I'd made it to the ripe old age of 39.
"Well duh. Of course you get ducks at the duck store. What else would you get at the duck store?" I asked rhetorically.
"Crayons!" came her answer.
"Well, of course! Crayons! So, let me get this straight. I need to go to the duck store to buy you a duck and crayons?"
"No, you need to get me a present."
"What present?" I asked, getting more confused the longer we talked.
"A duck and crayons!"
I refrained from slapping myself in the head.
"Is this a real duck?" I inquired.
She looked at me like I was insane. Again. And said, "No, it's a duck that washes off crayons."
It finally hit me. She wants this...
We had one of these bathtub sets a looooong time ago. I can't believe she remembers this!
Foreign language interpreter: just another one of mom's jobs
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