Duck. Duck. ...

... Duck.

You know that saying about asking the same question over and over, expecting a different answer? That's totally what Billy and I (and by that I mean mostly me) have been doing to BB.

When we first asked him what he wanted to be for Halloween several weeks ago, he said a duck.

What? A duck? Why?

We don't know why he wants to be a duck, but that's been his consistent answer. So, a duck it is.