Earlier today Lucy and I were waiting to pick Henry up from school. We had arrived a bit early so we went inside and sat in a little sitting area at the end of his hallway. She started contorting herself around sideways and had the side of her shirt lifted up. I should know better than to ask…
ME: “What are you doing?”
LUCY: “I’m trying to see it.”
ME: “See what?”
LUCY: “This.” She pointed to her side.
ME: “That freckle?” as I moved in for a closer look.
LUCY: “Yeah, sometimes I like to name it.”
ME: “You name your freckles?”
ME: “What do you name them?”
ME: “Olivia. You named your freckle, Olivia.”
LUCY: “Yeah, sometimes I like to talk to them.”