long days

On the way to school, Lucy helped Tessa learn how to talk.

L: "Burp."
T: "Bup!"
L: "Burrrp."
T: "Bup!"
L: "No, Burrrrrrrrp."
T: "Bup!"

And so on, all the way to school. Burp is Tessa's favorite word, after poop (pup!) and Daddy (dadddddddyyyy!) They are all kind of in the same word family, I guess.

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While Lucy was at school and Tessa was with the babysitter, I took the opportunity to get some hair ripped out of my face. I helped myself to some of the numbing cream Lucy's doctor wrote a prescription for before her last blood draw, but it didn't seem to do much. No wonder Lucy enjoyed that experience so much.

I told the wax lady I wanted my eyebrows and lip done. She moved in closer for a better look. "Don't you want to do the chin too?" she asked. "There are many long hairs there."

No, I do not want to wax my chin. But thank you so much for the information about my goat-like facial hair.

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When I picked Lucy up from school, her aide told me that Lucy's eye was kind of messy, so she tried to help her wash her face. "Lucy, you have an eye booger," Betty told her. "No, Betty," Lucy replied, wiping her eye. "That is not an eye booger. It is called monkey poop."

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I took Lucy and Tessa to Whole Foods in the afternoon. On the way in to the store, we walked by a few full-color posters advertising the various organic free-range wholesome treats available inside. "Da!" Tessa said, pointing to a picture. "No, Tessa," Lucy said. "That is not Daddy. That is a sandwich."

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