It’s a duck, no it’s a monster

My son Henry, is definitely my inspiration for some of my work.  When I mishear him, he gives me concoctions I can cook up for my fantasy worlds, and silly things for short stories such as saying there’s a duck under his bed, but it turned out to be a little monster toy.  I say, no it’s not a duck it’s a monster look, but he insists it’s a duck.  Most mothers have the opposite problem, they see a duck under the bed but is trying to convince their child it’s not a monster, this family of mine is truly weird.