She’s sick (again), which seems to slow her down and make her more grown-up in her speech and wittier. Two very funny quotes from this weekend:
Craig arrives in the bedroom, and entices Lucy to take some cough syrup so she can sleep better. She drinks it without protest. We compliment her on her (uncharictaristic) compliance with our wishes. As Craig starts to go, she says, in all seriousness,
“That wasn’t very good.”
The next morning Lucy stayed home from church since she still wasn’t feeling good. Uncle Sean tried to tease her and get her to play, and she responded with a curt,
“Go to work!”
Which Sean quickly did.
I’m looking forward to lots more posts like this. : )