At Satch's kindy they have a teddy called Shaggy and a blue duck called Quack who go home in turn with all the children. Yesterday we got Quack for the second time this year and because it was a Wednesday, we get him until Monday when kindy's back in. Last time Quack came to visit he was treated to a bubble bath but unfortunately had to go in the dryer in order to be ready for kindy the next day.

 

 

 

This time, although hoping to mend the relationship, Quack found himself at the immunisation clinic where both Satch and Caitey got their shots. Being fair handed as I am, Quack also had his shots. He even went first so the girls could see there was nothing to worry about. I think that secretly Satch was thinking that this shit is bananas, who the heck does this to themselves?? But she was brave and didn't cry at all. Daddy, who was holding her, looked more likely to faint.

 

 

So anyway, Quack got a super duper Winnie the Pooh bandaid for his trouble. He felt faint and went a bit drama queen on Satchel's leg but was, in the end, philosophical.

 

 

Ever the optimist, Quack is hoping the weekend will make up for the unending torture he seems to encounter with our family. It's Indy weekend and we are having lots of rellies to stay who are always lots of fun and spoil the girls. Maybe they will spoil Quack too. Heaven knows he deserves it!