My son and I have a connection with rubber ducks. When he was growing up I took a rubber duck and would hide it on him and when he found it he would return the favour and hide it on me. We called it the “I love you duck” and when you found it, you knew that the other person was thinking of you. A few years ago for Mother’s Day my son asked me if we wanted to get matching duck tattoos which of course, how could I say no to. That was my first tattoo. We will move this TB to somewhere safe