While out jogging very slowly with the double jogger this morning Lucy's constant comments included the following after some sort of tank truck drove by:
"Mom, what kind of truck was that?" - Lucy
"I don't know."--Me
"Mom, Dad knows a lot of things. You don't know a lot of things. Dad knows what kind of trucks there are."--Lucy
"I know a lot of things. I know what kind of trucks there are!"--Me
"Oh. You do?"--Lucy
"Why aren't there any fire trucks here?" --Lucy
"Because there aren't any fires."--me
"I wish there were fires."--Lucy
"No, fires are bad."--
"Why?"--Lucy
"Because they hurt people."--me
"Why?"--Lucy
"Because they are hot."--me
"Yeah, but they won't hurt you if you wear sunscreen."--Lucy
"No, they are too hot even for sunscreen."--me
See, I do know something, like that even sunscreen won't save you from a fire. See, I'm a genius.
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