My Kid is Weird, Part II

Last night I was in the bathtub, happily reading my magazine, and enjoying my 20-30 minutes of kid free time. Avery strolls in, holding a piece of bread. (She likes to eat plain bread. And don't even suggest she eat something on it. "JUST bread!" will be the reply. I feel like I should lock her in a dark basement or something while she consumes her lonely little piece of bread.) She looked at me, tore off a piece of bread and threw it in the water with me, and said, "You're a duck! QUACK, QUACK!" Ummm.... right. To my knowledge, she has never fed ducks by throwing bread in the water, so I'm not sure where that came from. Again... she is weird.