My tender hearted little Monkus has something new to worry about.
We were laying in bed tonight when the newest Aflac commercial came on.
We were reading a book when Addie caught sight of the injured duck laying in the hospital bed.
She sat straight up, eyes wide and bottom lip sticking out.
It was a full five minutes before I had her attention redirected back to her book.
Every few minutes, she would pat me, then point at the television and say, "Duck".
Once I reassured her that the duck was fine, she would lay back down.
Every few minutes, she would pat me, then point at the television and say, "Duck".
Once I reassured her that the duck was fine, she would lay back down.
Sigh....If it's not Dr. Seuss causing me grief, it's Aflac.
Fantastic.
