I was cleaning my studio (kind of) and found a scrap of paper with things Lucy said when she was two:
Laisse passer le vulva! Il est ou, vulva? Vulva! Vulva!
And, to the tune of Twinkle, Twinkle...
Il y a salle a manger,
Papa il est au travaille
Like a diamond in the sky-ye
The Flophouse Has Moved!
1 week ago