a loaf of duck bread, a sippy cup, and thou

this is why i've stopped trying to make so-called nice meals for my children:

we just returned from a lovely stroll around a nearby lake, where unfortunately we didn't see any ducks to feed. i told my girls i was going to make dinner (roast chicken, mashed potatoes, carrots with brown sugar glaze), and josie responded by saying eagerly, "can we eat the duck bread?"

you mean the old, stale, frozen, thawed, nasty duck bread that has been bouncing around in the jogging stroller for the last hour?

"yes!" big smile from her.

"mmmm!" added keely.

sigh.