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I just lost an argument with my two year-old son. He insists that Tweety Bird is a duck. I asserted that he’s a canary.

“He’s a duck.”

“A canary.”

“A duck”

“Why,” says I, “do you say that he’s a duck.”

“Because,” says Finn, “he swims and he has duck feet and feathers.”

I had never thought of Tweety’s feet as duck feet, but he sure doesn’t seem to have toes. And if Finn is right, and he has in fact been seen swimming, then the little old lady has a duck on her hands, and not a canary.

(Anyway, Tweety has hands, hair and eyelashes, so he must be a duck from Three Mile Island or something…)