God Is A Duck?

Yesterday, I heard Cassie singing in the tub -- "My God is so big, my God is so strong, there's nothing my God can not do, quack-quack."

I asked her to sing me some more, really sure I just wasn't getting it. She was delighted to sing for me, launching into a spirited repetitive rendition of My God Is So Big. Ending each time with quack-quack.

I knew I was missing something. My tired little brain just couldn't quite get it ... that quack-quacking. I asked her to sing it for me slowly. She obviously thought I was nuts, but the rule is that is you think Mommy is nuts you humor her anyway. After confirming that she really does think she wants you to do what she says she does.

Still, quack-quack.

Finally, I resort to asking for an explanation. Cassie tells me thats in case people forget to quack. What? "You know" and she demonstrates. OY!

She had been singing "My God is so big, my God is so strong, there's nothing my God can not do, (clap-clap)"!


You must have been very tired. I got it right away.
Clap! Clap!

Leah | 05/23/2006 - 02:46 PM

Aren't kids fun? I was driving the SuperHero (almost adopted now) somewhere and was explaining that my parents were coming to visit. Grandma and Poppa but not the ones they've already met. I also mentioned that Uncle Cam was coming too and that he is my brother.

The response: "Does he bite?"

I reassured him that Uncle Cam doesn't bite. He responded with a follow up question:

"Do crabs bite?"

Oh. Yes, crabs do bite but Uncle Cam is coming to visit, not Uncle Crab. (I'm still chuckling about this one - and looking so forward to telling the story to my brother.)

King of Fools | 05/23/2006 - 03:59 PM
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