Lily is, as Jill will attest, “pure Dickey.” She loves to climb on things, and I just dare you to tell her not to do it.
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“Hey Mom, I’m just up here eating all the things.”
“Hey Mom, I’m just up here eating all the things again. No seriously… I took a bite out of every single item of fruit in this basket. Orange peel tastes like diesel fuel, in case you were wondering.”
“Hey Mom, I’m just up here eating all. the. things. Kale is not quite as good as escarole, but it’s slightly less bitter than bleach.”
“Hey Amelia, I know you spent hours building this cool gingerbread house, and you probably don’t want me to obliterate it, but it’s my job to eat all the things.”
“Hey Mom, this light is burned out. If you let me stay up here for a couple more minutes, I’ll try to fix it. I’ll probably burn the house down, too, because that’s how I roll.”
Lily: Knock knock
Me: Who’s there?
Lily: Sorry, I lost my train of thought because I saw this glass of milk and knew I had to stick my fist right into it forthwith."
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So we took Jill’s advice and put the chairs on their sides on the floor.
“Hey Mom, I’m smiling like a jerk because within about five minutes, I’m going to figure out how to push these over to the table and climb up. Nice try, though, Mom. It was a cute idea, LOL.”
“Hey Mom, thanks for putting all the things on the table. Imma go eat them now.”
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I love these posts. Keep them coming.
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