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!”
I said, “For the popcorn?”
Me: “Oh. Good.”
Ok, it wasn’t quite that dramatic, but those are direct quotes. And she was really excited about the popcorn. We had a terrible day yesterday (whining nonstop from waking to sleeping), so I think that helped make up for it.