Tonight Jeff and I took the kids out to dinner at the "Burger Barge." It's a great little hole-in-the-wall place along the river. There's even a little arcade section at the back of the restaurant for kids. Of course, Max insisted on trying to win a stuffed animal by maneuvering the crane. He lost and cried about it. As he wept in my lap, a woman came over to our table and tried to comfort him by suggesting he save his burger bun to feed the ducks outside. It cheered him up and he and Laney had a blast!
Max: "I felt something bite my butt! I think a duck bit my butt!"
Laney: "A goose bit my finger! It really bit my finger! Cool!"
While I watched Max and Laney feed the ducks, my thoughts flooded with wonderful memories of feeding ducks as a kid in Washington...and I really loved feeding ducks in Boston while attending college. The classic children's book "Make Way for Ducklings" is a story of mallards who raise their family in the Boston Public Garden, just minutes from where I attended college.
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