Lucyisms

Lucy is home from school today. Feeling a little better, she’s in the mood to check out the tide pools with me before we need to pick her brother up from school. As we are driving along, we pass by the Cardiff Kook, as well as several VW Bugs.

Lucy: Whoa,  that’s really (abruptly interrupts herself, shouts loudly “RED ONE!”) weird.

Mom: What is?

Lucy: Someone put a (abruptly interrupts herself again, shouts loudly “YELLOW ONE!”) poncho on the statue surfer dude.

Mom: (laughs at the outbursts interspersed in her dialog) He’s always dressed up, why is that so weird?

Lucy: Because it’s like summer outside. He should be (abruptly interrupts herself, shouts loudly “WHITE ONE!”) wearing sunglasses and a bikini, I mean what were they thinking? Who wears a poncho on a day like this? ORANGE ONE! just kidding that time (bursts out laughing).

I had just dropped off all the boys and Evan, Lucy and Katie were in the car

Evan:  What are we going to do now?

Lucy (with a grin on her face): We are taking you home and then going to do girl stuff.  You won’t like it…

Evan: What am I supposed to do at home?

Mom:  I need you to scoop dog poop out of the yard

Evan: Well maybe I will just come with you guys.  What kind of girl stuff you gonna do?

Lucy (very deadpan): Talk about bras and stuff, maybe get a mani/pedi.  Are you in?

Evan:  I think I will take the scoop duty…

Chad: I’m surprised the coach hasn’t kicked her out for wearing those

Mom: Instead of telling her to take them off, the coach’s daughter just suggested she try shooting from a different spot

5 minute pause in conversation

Mom:  Glasses just got ejected 😦

Mom: Lucy is still in, just not as fashionable…

Chad: just spit my coffee out in target…

Mom: “we are going to need a clean up in housewares…”

Chad:  Tell Lucy congrats for winning.  Tell her I will buy her a hot chocolate (via text)

Lucy (via text):  Sweet!  Who is chad and where is my hot chocolate?

Chad (via text):  Tell her I am at the North Pole…tell her I am at Santa Claus

Mom (via text): You know she is going to ask for a handwriting sample…

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?