Quack, Quack

Yesterday, Kenzie came in the bathroom while I was brushing my teeth. It was still dark and quiet throughout most of the house. Upon walking in she said, "what is quacking out there?"
I said, "Where? Outside?"
She said, "No, in your bedroom. Something quacked at me when I walked in."

Puzzled, I looked into the bedroom.

Promptly, I figured it out.

Greg was still asleep....snoring.

Or, as the case may be....quacking.
Turns out, her three-year-old description was right on target.

Quuuaaacccckkk!