When I first found out I was pregnant with Ben and dying to buy something for the new baby, I found a yellow duck lovey at Target-fine for boy or girl. And out of all the stuffed animals in his room, he became attached to Ducky very quickly. He took him everywhere. Everywhere. He's been to Florida (twice) and Padre Island and Arkansas and Kansas City and lots of places in between.
When he got hurt or tired or sick, he wanted Ducky. He chewed on his beak and rubbed his face on him-Ducky absorbed a lot of snot and tears over the past 3 years and smelled no better for it.
Rarely did a bedtime go by that didn't involve a frantic search around the house (and garage and cars) for Ducky. "Where's Ducky?" "Have you seen Ducky?" "Where's the freaking duck???"
And then, one day, not long after his 3rd birthday, he threw him out the window of Mimi's car. Allegedly. Probably. No one really knows for sure. Regardless, Ducky has yet to be seen after that fateful car ride over two weeks ago.
And the weird thing is...he doesn't ask for him. He hasn't really mentioned him. When he is upset he wants "other one duck" (aptly named by Ben due to his secondary status to Ducky) or monkey. Truthfully, Avery and I were more distraught than Ben. And I cannot find a replacement. I actually tried about a year or so ago just to have a backup, but they don't make them anymore.
So that's that. Goodbye, Ducky. Unless you miraculously turn up somewhere.
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