Reading Ramona Quimby with Kathleen tonight, I asked: “Do you know anyone who has an imagination like that?”
Kathleen looks at me out of the corner of her eye: “I think you know the answer to that question.”
Me: “I really don’t. Are you thinking about Lucy, or you?”
Kathleen rolls her eyes: “Me. You can’t see what’s going on in my head, but it is wild and crazy stuff man.”
And that I can believe.