The phone rings."Mr Duck?" It's your son's school."
Oh Lordy - who's he kicked in the fork in self-defence this time?
"Could you pick him up, please? He's not well."
I arrive at the school gate just in time to see the boy emerging from the undergrowth, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"You all right?" I ask.
"Just been sick," he says at length (Juuuuuusssst beeeen siiiick).
And there is more: "Inna hedge."
That's me boy!
On fatherly pride, Part II
It is Scaryduckling's 16th birthday.
Happy birthday, Scaryduckling.
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