Further proof of my influence

The ducklings in Make Way For Ducklings are named Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack and Quack. That's a bit cutesy, but repetition is the spice of life for a three-year-old, so my only bow to silliness is to change Quack's name every time we read it (and we read it a lot). Every time I change it, He points out that I'm doing it wrong.

Today, after I read "Jack, Kack, Lack, Mack, Nack, Oack, Pack and Jehosophat," He said this:

No, Daddy! You're being silly. Now I'm going to kill you, and I'll kill your father.

So: sorry, Dad.