For the love of Pete

I'm going to tell you a little story. My granddaughter, Jaselynn, got three baby ducks even though her Granny told her that baby ducks are hard to keep. She named them Donna, Pete and Richard Quackers even though she didn't know if they are girls or boys.
Pete was a smart little Quacker and squeezed out of the crate and disappeared. Jaselynn was at school when this happened. Missy, my daughter, went to look for him. She said the birds in the backyard were in the escape plan because they kept making little Quackers sound and sending her on a wild duck chase.
Jaselynn calls from school. "Are you kidding, Mother?"
Missy... "No. He's gone."
Jaselynn..."Are you trying to make me cry?"
Missy... "For the love of Pete, no!"
Jaselynn hung up on her. Said her mother was heartless. I thought it was funny.