Okay, Okay, Everybody. Quit Trying to Dismember Me.

The school bus was not scheduled to pull up for another twenty minutes but six-year old Lucy, my youngest child, was pulling the kitchen door open, hoping for some free time before school.  As the door open, I looked up.


Before I could comment,  Mara , one of  her many older sisters, whipped around and remarked,

 “Lucy, did you try to do your hair again? The part’s crooked. Come over here and I will fix it for you.”

Emily entered the kitchen at the same time and looked Lucy up and down,

” Mum couldn’t have picked those clothes for you to wear. The top does not match your sweater. You’ll have to change or keep the sweater buttoned up all day.”

Hearing all the commotion, Rachel yelled from the bathroom,

“Lucy, you forgot to brush your teeth again!”

Lucy suddenly through her arms up into the air and huffed out in exasperation,

“All right, all right everybody. Quit trying to dismember me.”


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