So when I talked about getting ducks for the first time, hubby sighed heavily and asked how many I wanted...I said JUST TWO! Well, I picked up FOUR. He tells me over and over how little he cares about the ducks. Then three got taken away from us and left us with a lonely ONE, so dear hubby asks how many ducklings I want to get...again, I say just TWO. While at the store, he says "why don't you get FOUR."
So now we have FIVE.
I found out this weekend, one of the ducklings is a drake so I said I would get rid of him so I wouldn't have to worry about more ducklings...Dear hubby, prey to ducky math replies "I don't think it would be horrible if they had ducklings. I'm sure the kids will love it."
My dear ducky-phobic hubby has been sucked in...

So now we have FIVE.
I found out this weekend, one of the ducklings is a drake so I said I would get rid of him so I wouldn't have to worry about more ducklings...Dear hubby, prey to ducky math replies "I don't think it would be horrible if they had ducklings. I'm sure the kids will love it."




