Lucy is boss. Or at least she thinks she is. In Kentucky she put up with a lot, in her eyes anyway. When Pop Pop asked if she thought the square package he was about to open was a basketball she replied, "No, Pop Pop, it's not a basketball." Then he said, "Oh maybe it's a beachball." She replied, with her hand up in a speak-to-the-hand manner, "No Pop Pop, it's not a beachball." The same was repeated with soccer ball. Finally, Lucy said, "No Pop Pop, there are no balls this Christmas".
When Pops was playing with her in Louisville she would tell him that he needed to "simmer down" or "be quiet" or "calm down".
In the car on the ride home from Kentucky she began lecturing Harper who was jabbering away next to her in her carseat. "Harper, you need to be quiet. I can't listen to you talk so much. You are being so rude." Of course, Harper just smiled and kept on chatting away.
Now she has turned her comments on Ian. He gets his fair share of "simmer down, Dad" or "just calm down" or "take it easy. It's going to be ok."
She has all the phrases down pat, the hand gestures to a "T" and the eye rolls and facial expressions have been perfected. Now if only she took her own words to heart.
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