A Sitting Duck

Oh, this one was captured too easily.  Still dressed for church from head to toe and patiently waiting for a mother to help her undress, she stood by the bannister and chatted pleasantly while I snapped away.

Who needs the thrill of the chase, anyway?

This little Duck is ours for a time, and that's all that matters.

 And just so you see the difference between a real grin and its evil twin, here's one she flashed while reminiscing about her birthday, three weeks long past,

and here, for the easily duped, are her grimace-grins, given when she senses I'm taking pictures and not just chatting...