On the menu tonight are spinach and cheese ravioli the size of a small frisbee. While everyone else at the table opts to cut them up into bite-sized morsels down on their plates, Lucy instead fashions each of hers like a big lollypop by inserting her fork along the edge and taking bites off of it up in the air.
Gram: Lucy, don’t eat it like that. Put it down on your plate and cut it into bites.
Lucy: But then all the goo squishes out and it looks like someone threw up on my plate.
Gram: Lucy, don’t be gross.
Lucy: Well, then let me eat it like this or it’s gonna be gross.
Seconds anyone?
Lucyisms 