“Hey, Lucy, I’m just finishing breakfast. Want to play?
“Sure, Little One. I like this little squirrel.”
“I call that one, ‘My Baby.’
“Oh, I guess you don’t want us tearing it up then. How about this toy that looks like lights?”
“I’m not sure, Lucy. I’m thinking maybe a new toy.”
“Oh brother. You have maybe a hundred.”
“Yes, but sometimes there is a need for a change.”
“I would keep your voice down. I could see the Boss hitting the ceiling at the thought of a new toy.”
“Okay. I’ll do the lights. IT seems I just played with these.”
“That was yesterday. Do you want to play ‘Keep away?'”
“Can I take a rain check on that?”
“Okay. You having a problem?”
“No. I just can’t make up my mind about which toy to play with today.”
“Let me know when you are ready. I’m telling you, though, that you need to get over it.
“Yeah. I know. Maybe Flamingo.”