Lucy and I were snuggled up reading Harry Potter when I got tongue tied and stumbled over some words. Again.
Me: Plech! What is wrong with me, sheesh.
Lucy: Do you want me to punch you in the brain?
Me: Nah, my brain is squishy enough, I don’t need anyone beating it up any more.
Lucy: Well, I meant punch you in the head, obviously.
Me: Obviously. No, thanks but no thanks.
Lucy: I’m just saying. I would do that for you. If you needed me to.