Chip maintains that I'm going to give Connery a complex because I laughed when he said this, but I would defy anyone *not* to laugh:
The scene: The dinner table
The conversation: The umpteenth reminder to Connery to sit in his seat rather than squirming around in a manner to make him likely to fall off and crack his head open, followed by an actual slip by Connery resulting in a slight injury to his backside
The exchange: (Me) Are you OK? Did you hurt your butt, Connery? Does it have a crack in it now? (Connery) Mom, there are no ducks in my butt.
Oh, and note the intentional use of "Mom". About a week ago, Connery started experimenting with Mom and Dad rather than Mommy and Daddy. He sounds to all the world like a jaded teenager when he addresses us now. I hate it and try at every opportunity to reinforce Mommy and Daddy. It will be a losing battle, I'm sure.