Mix Master Lucy

{yay!...for blue skies and sunny afternoons}

Lucy wanted me to help her eat her last morsels of cereal this morning.

Me: You can do it. Your a big girl.

Lucy: I'm big. I get married.

Me: Your not big enough to get married.

Lucy: Yep...I get married.

Me: Who are are you going to marry?

Lucy: Baby Brighton. (her 6 month old cousin)

Then without hesitation she busts out in song.

Lady GaGa, Paparazzi.

Except she replaces the lyrics

Pa Pa.. Pa Paparazzi

with ... Baby... Baby Brighton.

Then she laughs at her self.

And I end up feeding her the last morsels.

She's not even old enough to know what married means.

So I guess she can still be fed.

I have a pretty good idea where she gets these things from.

1. She starts with a capitol E.

2. The radio.

It only took hearing paparazzi once waiting in the airport

to have that melody stuck in her little brain.

We make jokes she is going to be a Top 40 D.J. when she grown up.

Mix Master Lucy.

With her own scratch routines.