Valentine’s day was earlier in the week and Sam seemed to enjoy it. There was a heart-shaped cake, gifts from both sets of Grandparents and one Aunt, a Valentine’s Day card exchange at the Mommy & Me class (Elmo, Dora, and strangely enough that stoner Spongebob Squarepants seem to be the favorites this year), and a balloon. I didn’t get her anything, though. Valentine’s Day is supposed to be for lovers and I’m really not sure where this idea of giving Valentine’s Day gifts to children came from. Hippies, probably. Communist, capitalistic hippies working at Hallmark and/or Nickelodeon.
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As you can see, we took Sam to feed the ducks at the park near our house. Now, you need to understand that these ducks are rough. During an earlier trip to this park, Ger and I walked around a bend to find three ducks blocking the path. They just stood there and looked at us with their cold, dead eyes. We took a couple steps back and turned around, only to see three more ducks waddle out from behind some bushes and trap us. We had to give up all our bread.
And indeed, these ducks were like little bulls when they saw that Sam had bread. One of them kept pecking me on the butt to get my attention. I was kind of afraid that Sam might freak out, but she thought the honking swarm of feathers and webbed feet around her was a hoot. Indeed, she walked right up to them and flung food right in their faces. I plan on letting more bread go bad so we can go back.
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