Yesterday, Lucy’s Godmother kindly took her for their first afternoon out together.
By all accounts, they had a fabulous time. They went swimming (although it turns out Lucy put her swimsuit on over her vest) they did arts and crafts, made a Mother’s Day card and present, and generally had lots of fun.
Then, I got this message:
“Lucy says she doesn’t eat quiche, or pie. She requested bolognaise which I made. She has rejected the heart shaped pasta, so I found some spaghetti. Tho apparently my bolognaise does not live up to your standards, so a ham sandwich was requested but the bread was not right. Our crisp selection was also inappropriate…. Thankfully she had some plums and grapes. Sorry!!”