This lovely Wednesday morning was not a lot different than most mornings. Let’s just say Lucy has a love-hate relationship with school.
Mom: Time to get up, get dressed.
Lucy: (Moaning/whining) Whyyyyyyyy?
Mom: We need to leave for school in 45 minutes. You still need to eat breakfast and brush your hair.
Lucy: But I am sick.
Mom: Being sick of school does not count as an excused absence, get up.
Lucy: But, but, but I am dying, for sure I could start bleeding any minute, and there is a strong possibility I could catch on fire.
Mom: Uh, no you’re not, I have Band-Aids, and not likely. Get up. We are leaving the house in whatever you have on in 30 minutes. Tick tock.
Lucy: Ok, but when the nurse calls you later to tell you about my spontaneous combustion, don’t say I didn’t warn you.
After Monday and Tuesday, even the calendar says WTF.
Lucyisms 