Snippet from Lucy’s journal…

My mom tells me that the word ‘hate’ is naughty and I agree with her. So, I never, ever use that word.  But it slipped out the other night.  And what would make me use that word?  Thunder, that’s what!

Ya see, we hadn’t been paying much attention to the weather and all of a sudden BOOM!  We all jumped, looked bug eyed at each other and then my dad frantically ran looking for my thunder shirt while my mom stayed real close to me.

I was shaking so hard my teeth were chattering, but I still managed to mumble, ‘I hate thunder!  I hate thunder!  I hate thunder!’

Meanwhile from the other room, my dad was hollering, ‘I can’t find it.  I can’t find it. I can’t find it!’ My mom looked at me and we both knew what the problem was.

Ya see, my dad has a hard time finding things (even in the refrigerator) and my mom’s standing response to him regardless of whether he’s looking for his glasses or ketchup is ‘It’s next to the mustard.’

So, my mom left my shaking side and was back, in no time with both my thunder shirt and my dad.

Ahhh, once I was swaddled in my thunder shirt it was as if someone had magically turned off the thunder.

Later, my dad sweetly looked at my mom and said, ‘I suppose you found Lucy’s thunder shirt next to the mustard, huh?’

My dad’s a funny guy.

Till next time!
~Lucy