Well, he has a new shirt. It has a big U on the front. (some logo or other). We've taken to pointing at him and saying in a loud, angry voice, "You!".
He always looks surprised and somewhat concerned. Until we laugh and point to his shirt. Poor man!
I guess I still have that obnoxious bone I had when I was younger. I'm afraid the kids may have inherited it as well.
Quack!
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