Ducks revisited

We're into Day 3 of whining, crying hysterics. Apparently M has developed a phobia of just about everything, including but not limited to butterflies, bank tellers, sippy cups, and naps. Yesterday we managed to salvage the afternoon with a trip to the duck pond, where I was pleased to find that we had not killed the ducks by feeding them cereal on our previous visit. I was not pleased to discover that Chex do not float. Neither was M, nor the ducks. There's another one for my list.