Torture By Duck

I thought it was a good idea at the time.

I recently remembered that when my siblings and I were young, we loved the 1971 movie "Million Dollar Duck." I wondered if Sonny Ma-Jiminy and Smoochy Girl would be interested in it, and I went about getting a copy.

The first few times the children saw it, it was a success. Sonny seemed to understand the storyline and made clever comments so I knew he 'got it'. But as with most movies and DVDs that Sonny has, it got old quickly. He became sick of watching it and complained whenever it was on.

The problem was, Smoochy Girl is IN LOVE with it. She asks for it all day, starting with first thing in the morning. Straight after "Ook! Cup! Need! Peeze? Peeeze? Peeeeeze?" she starts begging for "Guck! Guck! Need! Guck! Peeze? Peeeze? Peeeeeze?" And I made a rule that we only watch Guck once a day.


I am sick of it.

Sonny is sick of it.

Mr de Elba is sick of it.

And Smoochy herself is sick of it by the time the opening credits with the cute little animated duck are over. That's all she seems to like. Every time the duck makes an appearance, she shouts, "Dere ee iz!" Once the credits are over, she's grumpy but she gest even grumpier if you turn it off.

These days, life has me beaten iunto submission to a point where I leave Guck on until everyone is so sick of it they leave the room.


It's Torture by Duck, and I can do without it.