So two weeks ago, Claire and I were walking down a tree-lined street.  I was carrying her in my arms.  We came upon a stretch of trees with low-hanging branches.  Because I am such a responsible mom who carefully guards and protects our children, I thoughtfully told Claire to “duck” as I myself lowered my head a bit to avoid the overhanging trees.

Let’s just say that was a poor choice of words.  Luckily, we came out with just one or two tiny scratches. 

And that’s how Claire learned that not all ducks are yellow and fluffy and quack – some are green and brown and look a lot like trees.