"Can we feed da quacks daddy?" Braelynn asked after he had picked her up.
"Yes little love we can."
Quickly stopping at a corner shop to buy the cheapest loaf of bread possible, they made their way to the park, which was in the middle of their home and the Day-Care.
Living in a small town did have it perks.
Crumbling bread between fingers, Edward laughed at Braelynn's attempt to throw the food into the pond.
"Daddy! It not funny!" She frowned adorably.
"Sorry little love. Here let me help," he chuckled, hoisting her onto his hip; venturing closer to the waters edge. The ducks swam in close, pushing each other out of the way for the bread.
"Can we take one home?"
"No we can't."
"Why?"
"Because, where would we put it?"
"In da bath tube."
"No little love, sorry."
"Can I at least get a mummy?"
He had no reply to her innocent question; instead he tickled her into giggles until she had forgotten the conversation.