During a dinner of fish sticks, tater tots, baby apples, sliced peaches, petit peas and 1 gallon of ketchup for each child, washed down with a glass of Ovaltine:
Jake: Whoop whoop!
[Jake signs for "more" then eats his last bite and races out to the backyard, still carrying ketchup on his lower lip and milk on his upper.]
Lucy: Mom. Mama you're so lucky.
Me: Really Lucy? Why do you say that?
Lucy: Because you are just so happy. We're all so happy. We're lucky. You're lucky mom.
Me: Well that sounds good to me!
Lucy: BRAVO! BRAVO!
[takes a giant bow]
22 September, 2008
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