So I get a text from my girlfriend that says "She's your daughter".
Knowing what's usually behind that phrase, I ask "What's she done now?"
Girlfriend took her kids (and wannabe future son in law) to a flea market this weekend where she sold a few things and made a little money. Afterward, she gives each of the three of them five bucks and tells them to go off and but something for themselves.
To be clear, no instructions, limitations or caveats were given to this group consisting of a 15 year old boy, a 17 year old girl and a 19 year old boy.
(what the hell were you thinking, baby?)
About fifteen minutes later, daughter comes back with something neither I nor my girlfriend were aware could be purchased for under five dollars.
A living, breathing baby duck.
Leaving this in my girlfriend's hands, I assumed some arrangement would be made to return the critter from whence he came.
So now, in addition to the parrot (mine) and the two cats (hers) that were already part of our family, we are the proud grandparents of a baby duck, and the subjects of what's bound to be one of the weirdest freaking family portraits of all time