I buy my wife bad Christmas presents. So this year she reciprocated with this:
It’s a stuffed duck.
I thought that was odd, but then my nine-year-old daughter topped her by getting me 15 of these:
They’re miniature babies.
As if that was not enough, my son Thomas then combined the two to form a very disturbing art piece, which I’ve titled “Assault Upon the Duck.”
Thomas says it’s not an attack. He says the babies are worshiping the duck.
I find that hard to believe given what looks to be a clear attack upon the duck’s head:
Not to mention the valiant charge of the babies up the back:
Thomas says the proof of the babies’ idolatry is shown by the congregation of babies around the duck’s foot, which I have to admit is a pretty compelling argument.
So for those of you who think my comic strip is strange, it’s nothing compared to my family.
God bless us all.