The Secret

I can't say it enough: our Lucy is a character.

Last night, she was holding a plastic-wrapped piece of candy from her Valentine bag. I told her she could have it after dinner, and she promised to hold it nicely until then. I wasn't too concerned because the wrapper required scissors to open, so I left her with the candy wrapper firmly in her grasp.

A few minutes later, while I was on the phone, I saw her crouched down beside the table. I peeked over at her, and saw the scissors in her hand and the wrapper sliced open. As soon as spied me, she smiled cleverly, tried to cover her handiwork clumsily with her hands, and said, "Don't look, Mom, it's a secret!"

A secret indeed.