A Serious Problem

Today, K ambushed me in the bathroom, carrying a squeaky purple duck.  K provided the duck a voice and so I was forced to have a conversation with it.

Duck: squeak squeak, umm, K’s Mommy?

CM: yes?

Duck: squeak we have a serious problem

CM: (slightly alarmed) what?

Duck: squeak squeak squeak K pooped on your chair.

CM: ummmm, which chair?

Duck: the stripedy green one.

CM: oh dear.  are you sure it was poo or did you mean tinkle? 

Duck: just tinkle, just wet. squeak squeak

CM: can you ask K why she didn’t use the potty?

Duck (to K): why didn’t you go in the potty?

K: I don’t know!

CM: tell K that we’ll clean it up in a minute and it will be ok.  Ask her if she needs a hug.

Duck (to K): do you need a hug? squeak squeak

K: yes.

 So she got her hug, and I went to see about the mess only to find that there actually was none.  She really did pee on the green stripedy chair, a few days ago, and I guess she was remembering that and using the duck to dialogue about it.  I have no idea why.  But forever after, when a purple duck comes and tells me “we have a serious problem”, I will be quite alarmed.