All three of us were slammed by a wicked flu that lasted for about a week. Fevers, chills, and extreme exhaustion kept us all from being able to get outside and scoop the yard after Rudy during that time. So, of course, on the mend, the kids set out with all due enthusiasm for the task. They wrote a song.
Evan: This is a gag, that is a spit.
Lucy: We are rapping while we clean up…
Evan: Shhh…
Lucy: IT!
I am so proud (sigh).
Lucyisms 