Lucy’s imaginary phone conversation this evening as we drove to dinner:
Lucy: “We’re leaving the house.”
* unintelligible question from interlocutor*
Lucy: “Because we can’t pick up our big house! It’s too heavy!”
Apparently her friend on the phone was a turtle.
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mommies out there. I hope you have a peaceful, love-filled day. Here’s a Lucy quote to brighten (or not) your day.
Lucy: “Tell me about the chickens.” (By which she means, the slightly gory story of how a chicken goes from the farm to our table.
So I do. And I ask, “Does that make you want to eat a chicken?”
Lucy: “Yes! I want to eat a chicken.”
Me (prepping her for the *eventual* move to a farm): “Would you like it if we raised chickens and killed them and ate them?”
Lucy has been waiting, oh, about two months for the kettle corn man to re-appear at the farmer’s market. I don’t know if we just missed the weeks he’s been around, but we haven’t seen him there in a while. But today, there he was, and the popcorn was purchased, and nibbled around the rest of the market and back in the car. And as we were driving down Magazine on the way to the grocery store to finish our shopping, in the midst of proclaiming the delight brought on by the popcorn and retelling the story of its finding, Lucy cried, in what must have been her best revival voice, “Thank you, Jesus!”
Lucy: “You sneaky little sister!”
as Samantha climbs on top of her in bed
It’s funny the positions you can be put in by little ones. But it just shows why I prefer to do my grocery shopping early, when the store is empty, even though we usually don’t do it that way any more.
Samantha has added a number of words to her vocabulary lately, including cracker. And she really likes crackers. So when we went down that aisle on Tuesday, thank God at about 8:30 in the morning, she got very excited, and started shouting,
“Ca-ca! Ca-ca! Ca-ca!”
Lucy (playing with my hair): I’m going to pull your hair out (=make it stand up). I want to make it look funny. Like Daddy.
Lucy (checking Craig’s knee with a hammer): I’m not a doctor, I’m a fixin’ girl.
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.
Loyola Kids Book of Heroes: Stories of Catholic Heroes and Saints Throughout History by Amy Welborn
The Desert Fathers: Sayings of the Early Christian Monks (Penguin Classics) by Unknown
The Duty of Delight: The Diaries of Dorothy Day by Robert Ellsberg
The Disappearing Spoon: And Other True Tales of Madness, Love, and the History of the World from the by Sam Kean
