Lucy sporting her new shoes |
Buckling into the car yesterday (en route to Walmart, for an
11th-hour purchase of dress shoes before her piano recital): “I don’t
know about you, but I am thrilled
about next year!” (when she won’t have to sit in a booster seat anymore)
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Sitting on the porch this morning, waiting for the bus (sans
brother, who isn’t feeling well this morning — I sure hope he isn’t afflicted
with the horribleness I experienced over the weekend):
Lucy: “Do you think I’ll ever be better than Reuben at
anything?”
Me: “You’re better at being Lucy!”
Lucy: “Yeah, but I mean like better at a sport or a game or
something.”
Me: “Oh, probably — when you’re older, there will be something you’re better at…”
Lucy (exasperatedly): “Yeah, when I’m, like, 56, and I get a job!”
Reuben revels in post-duet triumph |
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Another one sitting on the porch, which needs to be painted
a.s.a.p.
Me: “We need to paint this porch.”
Lucy: “Ooo, can I help?!”
Me: “Sure. But first I need to sand it.”
Lucy: “That’s your job!”
(pause)
Lucy: “Well, maybe I could help… But I’ll need a mask. And
some gloves. Because I do not want
any splinters!” {insert Z-snap here…she’s very expressive, this child!}
1 comment:
Awww... love these kind of moments!
-Beth
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