So... there's this duck

It's a ceramic duck in the hallway of my parent's complex. And for whatever reason, I like to turn it around whenever I come over. I just make it face the opposite direction.

Baby duck, shell, daddy duck.

Somebody usually turns it back to face the same direction when I'm not looking.
My sister found a new baby ceramic duck from somewhere. And set this whole thing up with an eggshell. My dad is apparently responsible for making the eggshell just so... like a duck popped out of it.
And that's the news from Princeton.