I’d just spent ten minutes talking Lucy out from under her bed – she’d called Julia a dumbass – when I came downstairs and saw this.

On the puzzle on the table

Oh, hi Picasso.

Smug

So nice to see you on my table.

What?

“What? You want me to move?”

Cute, right?

“Really?”

Even cuter...

“Are you sure?”

Whatever

“Alright. I’ll get up. Dumbass.”

Geez, what a potty mouth.