DD: Mom, look at that man in his duck suit.
Me: What? Where? (looking around, I didn’t see anything)
DD: Over there. He got into his truck.
Me: (craning to see the man in the duck suit) What do you mean, duck suit?
DD: It was like the one daddy has.
Me: Like daddy???
DD: Yeah, with the boots and his knife.
Me: Oh, you mean his HUNTING CAMOs!! (giggling quietly in the front seat)
DD: Yeah, his duck suit.
