Lucy thinks the word “expensive” means “very special and fabulous and private and don’t touch that please, it’s mine.” Which it does and doesn’t. The other day she told Jason her Lego castle was “expensive.” He inquired about how much it costs, and she said, “It doesn’t cost anything. But it’s very expensive.” Then when I intruded on a moment of pretend ballet class, she complained, “Mom, ballet class is expensive,” and shooed me away.
“Expensive.” The highest honor she can bestow on something. I’m so proud.