Speaking of ducks
It's a questionable input quality
“The quality of the input will eventually be understood in the value of the results.”
—Steven Redhead
Zeke’s latest favorite thing to do is talk in a Daffy Duck voice.
On a recent car ride….
Zeke: quacking sounds
Lily: “Oh, oh! I can understand this! Okay. Say it again.”
Zeke: quacking sounds
Lily: “Okay. I got it. The spade. Spade? 25?”
Zeke: affirmative quacking sounds
Lily: “You have…. 25. 25 what?”
Zeke: explanatory quacking sounds
Lily: “Umm. Spilled 25? You spilled 25?”
Zeke: argumentative quacking sounds followed by explanatory quacking sounds
Lily: *confidently* “Oh! 25 spatulas!”
Zeke: confused quacking sounds
Lily: “Not spatulas… Um. Okay. I’ve got it. I’m good at this. Sp…. Sprite? Spade? Speed?”
Zeke: excitedly affirmative quacking sounds
Lily: “Speed. The speed. 25. Speeding 25?”
Zeke: sighs in quack language
Me: “Speed…. limit?”
Zeke: excited quacking sounds
Lily: “The speed limit is 25?”
Zeke: joyfully affirmative quacking sounds
Lily: “The speed limit is 25!”
Both: excessive laughter and quacking sounds
And that’s that. Happy birthday to Zeke, who turned 12 this week and continues to be magic and love and all the goodness that can exist, wrapped up in a quacking laughing constantly moving package.
🔗 Nothing is simple just because you wish that it is.
