Today Bella and I were running errands around town. We were sitting at a red light when she excitedly started to squeal, “Ducks! Ducks! DUCKS!” I looked around but I could not figure out what in the world she was talking about, the only things around us were a bunch of fast food restaurants and a cemetery, and thats when it dawned on me, THE CEMETERY.
You see, in Chattanooga, there are only a few places to find ducks. One of them just happens to be in a cemetery (and not the particular one we were passing by today). We take Bella to the cemetery duck pond pretty frequently, maybe once a week or so, but I guess I never really thought she would associate headstones with waterfowl. I mean, the duck pond isn’t in the middle of the cemetery or anything, it’s kind of right there in front of it and we don’t take her wandering around the graves sites, though if it were up to me I probably would. Something is kind of wrong with me and I have this ….graveyard obsession. Seriously, you can sometimes find me aimlessly wandering around a cemetery and I have ALWAYS been that way. Even when I was a kid, “Where would you like to go today, Rachel?” “LET’S FIND SOME GRAVES.” Annnnnnd that’s a whole different post for another day.
Anyway, my kid now associates ducks with cemeteries. Eh, what are you gonna do?