Yesterday I returned from a long waddle. (Three blocks out and back. That's a long way when every step hurts.) The ducklings were blowing bubbles with Wondergirl in the front yard. D2 came running to greet me and asked, "Can I hug the babies?"
"Yes," I said, "Hug the babies and tell them they can come out now."
"Oh!" he said, "Are they coming out now?"
"No. Believe me, if they were coming out, I would be making very strange noises."
"I want them to come out so they can hold my fingers. Will they come out when we go inside?"
Nor did they.
A few other words of wisdom from the ducklings:
"Firemen put out fires and cowboys put out cows."
"Cowboys ride on cows to catch horses, but I don't know what cowgirls ride."