There is this book called “Make way for Ducklings” that my dad reads to me. It is about ducklings named Lack, Mack, Nack, Ouack, Pack, and Quack. They were born by the Charles river then move to the Public Gardens and live on the island in the pond.

This is such an iconic Boston story, and there is a famous statue of Momma Duck and her ducklings in the Public Gardens.

My duckling name would be Rack.

I am their little duckling.

We were “those” people who stop by this statue to take “that picture.”
Mom loved it.

Beautiful day in the Public Gardens.