Lucy turned the rocking horse on its side since it was sick, and was looking at its tummy. “It’s a girl,” she announced. “How can you tell?” asked Grandma. Lucy: “It has eyelashes.”
A little late, as she is now two weeks old! I thought I had already posted this.
I just wish I could remember them all…the girls have been on a roll!
Samantha: “Why your bottom is scary?” (“Scary” is how I described my incision. I don’t know why she thinks it’s on my bottom.)
Grandma: “What we need is a yardstick.” exits toward room where yardsticks live.
Lucy: runs for the back yard to get a stick.
Samantha (chalkboard eraser in hand): “I don’t want Lucy on there anymore.” (She tried to remove her drawing from the calendar.)
Samantha (looking at children’s song book): “I don’t want that! I want God! I like God!”