Wet Willies

Our precocious Lucy is truly a handful. She's happy, energetic, smart....but she's also one of those kids who needs to be busy all the time. As a spirited kid, she leads us into many hilarious situations.

While we were in Bend for Thanksgiving, she awoke from her nap one afternoon and gave Curtis an impromptu "wet willy" on his ear. He thought it was pretty humorous, and explained to her what it was called.

Later that afternoon, we took the girls to the mass at St. Francis. Lucy was in rare form (or should I say rarer than usual form?). She wriggled, squirmed, and struggled to stay quiet during mass. She simply couldn't contain herself. I was starting to feel my face turn pink with frustration. Then, Lucy did the unthinkable. She picked up the hymnal, adorned with a picture of Jesus and licked it. She then turned to me proudly with an impish grin and whispered, "I give Jesus a WET WILLY!" I couldn't help but let my frustration dissolve into giggles, turning quickly away from her so that she couldn't see my inappropriate reaction to her act.

After all, isn't that the job of a child? To walk that fine line between making their parents laugh or cry? These days, I'm trying to choose laughter. And with Lucy along for the ride, that choice is often the easy one.

Oh...and to those of you who are gasping in horror at the sacrilege, don't worry. After mass. we explained that wet willies are not very respectful. (But we're also sure God has a sense of humor...after all, he gave us Lucy, didn't he?)