Yesterday, my sister's boyfriend told me that he thought Lucy was like 16. His jaw literally dropped when I told him that she just turned 12 in March. Stood there bug eyed after I showed him this picture of Lucy trying on her dress for the Miami County Duchess pageant.
She is strong willed, independent, and not afraid to speak her mind. Sounds like someone I know.
At 12, the eye rolling has begun in earnest, but I think I am being spared a good portion of it since she uses up a lot of it on her Granny. She can hardly stand to be seen in public with my mother in law these days and refuses to kiss her when we leave. I explained to Polly that Lucy feels that a hug is sufficient. It cracks Polly up that Lucy is embarrassed. Thus, Lucy works off her teenage mortification on her instead of me :)
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