Sunflower Suprise

This cutie is my Godchild. I say this with much pride, albeit just a bit of shame, too. I won’t get into the details of it here but I don’t know that I believe in God. I do, though, have morals, and values… a strong sense of duty, and an undeniable enthusiasm for life. I have also promised to guide this child on his path of existence (in what I view is my slightly altered definition of Godmother). I am not this child’s mother (or father, even) but I consider myself a loving third party that will look over him forever. This is a picture of us feeding ducks at the cottage (I was not in my underwear, thank…God!? That time is slightly passé, for me).

Well, I’m slightly out of frame. But I was there. I taught Mathéo to be still, and to extend his hand so the ducks would walk right up to him. He laughed, and sat still, and proceeded to stone the ducklings with sunflower seeds in his excitement. I will cherish times like these forever.

Note: The next day, the duck came back without any ducklings. I spent an excruciating moment wondering if maybe the unshelled sunflower seeds were the culprits, having somehow been the demise of the cute duckies’ frail intestines. THAT would have been classic. But it turned out that no…they showed up moments later (even in Duckland, showing up with mom is not cool) and, in true teenager fashion, proceeded to let me know, in no unsure way, that, unshelled or not, sunflower seeds are NOT daunting to tiny intestines.