Lucy (about the glass coaster on the coffee table): “It’s made out of whack!”
Apparently in reference to my just calling something “wacky”.
Lucy (about the glass coaster on the coffee table): “It’s made out of whack!”
Apparently in reference to my just calling something “wacky”.
By which I mean, “Lucy’s favorite thing to say right now.” Here it is:
“Stop sneaking me up!”
By which she seems to mean, “You’re getting on my nerves!”
It’s amazing how kids learn. It’s so totally effortless. There are always the examples of four-year-olds casually using curse words in polite company, much to their parents’ embarrassment, or course. Yesterday, on the other hand, Lucy was walking around the house with her Fish do the Strangest Things book, standing on top of things, holding the book in front of her, and proclaiming, “A reading from Saint Paul. Babies and sisters…” I stopped in my tracks. She is clearly paying much closer attention while she wiggles away through Mass than we have been giving her credit for. (I asked about the “babies”, and she seemed to think that made more sense than “brothers”, which is understandable I guess since she has a severe lack of brothers at the moment.) Anyway, we are redoubling efforts to have such good influences and Saint Paul and his letters around, so that her osmosis can do its thing.
Lucy: I can’t help pick up. It really gives me a headache.
That’s right, she skipped a few years, and is now sixteen. In case you hadn’t heard already.
Craig: “Lucy, why are you so intense?”
Lucy: “I’m not intense!”
Craig: “Yes, you are!”
Lucy: “I’m not in tents, I’m right here!”
The part of the conversation I caught between Lucy and the sweet potato in the (new) microwave (thank you Fr. R.B.!):
“…because you’re my dinner and I’m warming you up.”
Lucy: Row, row, row your boat, gently down the street!
That’s right, only in New Orleans.
We were playing with a blue slinky the other day, and it sat still in an arch. I said “It looks like a rainbow.”
Lucy said, “Yes! It has lots of beautiful colors! Like blue. And also, blue!”
It’s true, the slinky was only blue. I laughed really, really hard, and Lucy didn’t quite understand why.
[In the car, on the way home from Craig's work]
Craig: Lucy, were you good today? Did you help mommy?
Lucy: Yes! I pushed Samantha down!
Jury is out on how or why that was “helpful”.
[The background of the computer comes up with one of those pre-loaded picturesque scenes of mountains]
Lucy: We have to get me one of those mountains!