Yup, you're doomed.The conversation went,
Him: honey, you have 5 muacovy now?
I said what?! I only have 4.
Him: no, you have 4 chocolates and a black, I'm looking at all of them together in the puddle in the driveway. Me: you're crazy and can't count
Him: come look!
Me: *runs to door* well holy crap, where do that chocolate barred looking one come from?I have never seen her before
Him: are you sure you didn't bring her in?
Me:no! I have no clue where she came from. Muscovy do fly, maybe she flew from somewhere else?
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I'm so doomed