William loves basketball, and Elliot tried to tell him about slam dunks the other day. He didn't really get it. He now thinks that there is some kind of move called "slammin' a duck" and he refuses to be corrected.
Last night, William got mad at us because we told him he couldn't have dessert until he ate more of his dinner.
"I have a duck at my momma's house!" he threatened us, yelling. We weren't sure what that meant so we let him continue. "I'm gonna get it. I'm gonna slam you with it. You're gonna be slammed with a duck!!!"
It was impossible not to laugh. Which only made him madder. But how do you keep a straight face after a three year old promises to beat you up with water fowl?
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