Damn Duck

Isabella doesn't move without her duck, lovingly referred to as 'mommy duck'. It is actually a small blanket with a duck's head at one corner and his feet and hands (if a duck could have hands) at the other corners. We have tried replacing this mangy thing with a newer one we found on ebay but that one became 'daddy duck'. There is also baby duck and friend duck. Don't get me started. Anyway, this dirty, smelly thing made its way into our bed last night with its adorable little owner. After she tossed and turned and flipped and flopped, she almost started to settle down when I heard, like always, "Where's mommy duck?" to which I replied, "I don't know where your damn duck is!".... She then said, "Where is that damn duck?? I can't find that damn duck!! Oh look, it is my damn duck! I found the damn duck, Mama." I felt like saying, "Then shut your damn eyes!", but I didn't:)