I am sure some of you are wondering why I have a wooden duck on my blog. Well, this is Errol. Just a note before I start - some people think I embellish my stories (like my cards and scrapbook pages) to make them funny ... but this really happened.
My son dislocated his left hip on May 1st when a much larger "classmate" pile drove him when he was on the ground and trying to get up (that's another story). I got the call at work, had to call an ambulance ... yadda yadda or this will drag on. Anyway, he was in a wheelchair for a while and had a follow-up appointment at the hospital with the orthapaedic surgeon. We went into the gift shop because I saw a stepping stone that caught my eye. I kept telling him to be careful because there was so much breakable stuff and he was in a wheelchair.
So, I see this wooden duck - not something I would buy but he had a sign on his neck that said "My name is Errol" and he had other wooden duck friends with him on the shelf. So being inquizative I wondered, are they all called Errol or do they have different names? So I pick up the duck. His beak gets stuck on the shelf bracket and knocks the next duck, that duck hits the next duck and so on and so on until Errol falls off the shelf. He hits the floor and breaks his foot. There is a sign posted "If it gets broken consider it sold". So I go to the counter with Errol, explain what happened to the volunteer and pay over $30 for this wooden duck I didn't even like.
We leave the shop and my son says "Oh yeah Mom and you told me to be careful".
So we are in the car on the way home laughing our guts out. He thought I should have just left. I explained that that wasn't the right thing to do. Then I said "I heard of "Disco Duck" but never "Domino Duck". I almost had to stop the car several times while we cracked a gut. Dillon's idea was to tape his foot up and give it to someone for Christmas. And when I got home and told the story over again to my in-laws (who flew here to help care for my son so we could go to work) and my husband, they also broke into laughter. If my in-laws receive a duck for Christmas they will be suspicious and I am tempted to send him just for a joke.
So, I paid over $30 for a stupid duck that I didn't want but we have had numerous episodes of laughter over it (well worth it).
By the way, on the next trip to the hospital we checked the other ducks and they do all have different names - but we love Errol. And I can't bear to fix his broke foot.
