"He bunched her skirt to her waist. His brow rose, a laugh on his lips, 'Daffy duck undies? I'm a fan.'"
Okay, so, when The Girl was a toddler, she went everywhere with me out of necessity. She was a clever kid who walked and talked early, and that meant any minute out of our sight was a risk (maybe someday I'll tell the story about the Jim Beam chocolate). Anyway, she was in the bathroom with me one day. She stood in front of me, pointed straight at my crotch, and said "Quack Quack!" in an excited voice. This confused me. Greatly. She'd always been taught the appropriate terms for body parts, so referring to my genitals as a "quack quack" was both out of character and a bit disconcerting. I said as much to Uncle Walter. Our confusion was alleviated that same evening, however, as I undressed for bed. And realized that the panties I was wearing that day had a picture of a duck on the front. "Quack Quack" indeed. -- TW
Home For Christmas -- Dianne Castell (I'm Your Santa)