This is what I think of when I hear Rubber Duck...definitely not baseball!
Yes, our team has been called that for some time, but that doesn't mean I will ever get used to it...or even baseball. It is hard to understand why someone would pick up a stick swing at a ball that has been lobbed at you at breakneck speed. Wouldn't it be better to duck? Oh, there you go. That is why they call themselves the Rubber Ducks. They are from the Rubber Capitol of the world and they can duck.
The picture above is a much more endearing picture of a rubber duck. This is the real job of a rubber duck...to entertain little girls and boys when they have to be thrown into the tub. It keeps their attention off the bath itself.
Ava seems to be enjoying her bath just fine. Isn't she the cutest great granddaughter ever?
Father, we pray for a new day tomorrow...where we can run from wicked thoughts and deeds and try to please you.
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