Lucy: What doin’, Mama?
Me: The dishes.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: The dishes.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the dishes away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the cup away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m emptying the dishwasher.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: I’m putting the spoon away.
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: Oh, Lucy… what did Mama just say?
Lucy: Oh. Cleaning a dishes????
Me: YES!
Lucy: Oh. What doin’, Mama?
Me: *falls to the floor*
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So, one afternoon I was choppin’ broccoli… I chopped - UH!
I digress… As I separated the tree part from the stems, Olivia queried, “Why are you throwing away the stems?”
Between you and me, I was throwing them away because I don’t like the stems; but I did not tell her that. I played dumb and prodded, “Uh, I dunno. Why do you ask?”
Imagine my surprise and subsequent heart attack when she excitedly gushed, “That’s my favorite part! Can I have them?!”
After I picked myself off the floor, splashed water on my face and pinched that tender skin just below my armpit to see if I was real, I was able to cleverly reply, “Uhhh… Yeah…”
Now, each day, Olivia asks if she can dive into her yummy baggy of broccoli stems. Fa’ real peeps. Fa’. Real.
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