Napoleon and Leona strolled hand in hand on the paths of Central Park near the reservoir. “Look at the mother duck and her babies!” Daddy said excitedly. “Do you know what baby ducks are called?”
“Ducklings!” shouted the three year old, “They’re delicious with ketchup and French fries!”
Napoleon burst out laughing and hunkered down to look into her face. “Really?” he chuckled.
“Yes and those are geese,” she said as she pointed to swimming birds. “They taste good at Christmas with cranberry sauce and gravy!”
Napoleon wiped tears from his face and stood up. “You are truly Papa’s daughter.”
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Date: 2013-04-03 06:37 pm (UTC)I used to be a nanny and one of my charges knew what happened to your bones when you died - they went to a museum. They'd been to the Natural History Museum the day before!!
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