Well, remember a while ago we were out fishing pole shopping? Two weeks ago we took the princess (Disney pole in hand) to the lake to do a little "fishing." (ie casting and reeling- no hooks, 1 thats not safe with little Miss Fisher girl, and 2 we dont really want to hurt any fish, ya know.)
She insisted on buying that sparkly-pink-marshmallow-looking-trout-bait stuff, which I might add smells exactly like you would think trout bait would- (not at all what sparkly marshmallows would) EWWWW. So here is the scene- for those of you that are the visual type:
One three (and 3/4) year old, one Daddy, one Mommy, roughly thirty hungry ducks, one loaf of bread, one can of stinky pink marshmallow bait, and ZERO fish. After casting the fishing line a few dozen times we moved on to duck feeding. All was well and good until Ray and Mya (I refuse to implicate myself here) decided that our feathered friends might enjoy some pink sparkly stinky bait stuff. Ya, Did you know that ducks actually have the ability to SPIT? Hmmm, after one duck shot the marshmallow thingy about four feet and rinsed its beak in the lake- you'd think they'd stop feeding them right?! Nah, now its just funny! One duck was actually swimming away from the floating marshmallow thing at full speed- throwing an occasional glance back to make sure it was not in pursuit. So, if any ducks fell ill around the lake a couple weeks ago, and were perhaps horking up a mysterious sparkly pink goo.... I have no idea what could have happened.
Here are some non-implicating photos.... 
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