Quack, Quack

Quack, quack. We were on the way to Civil War night at Madison No. 1 Middle School, and my daughter who is dressed up like a transgender Abe Lincoln to do a skit on the North's strategy asks: "How do you do the duck, daddy." This was a tough one. My Uncle Tom used to do the duck to distract and amuse his anxious pediatric patients. So I somehow learned to quack like a duck, too, and have been able to do so for years. I really have a good quack. So we had a quacking lesson all the way to school. It's a lot easier to do than explain. Mary's still got a long way to go before she can quack. Maybe it's a guy thing.  Think Donald Duck.