Lydia, Oh Lydia

Today while Lydia and I sat at the table eating our lunch, she pointed to me and said, "Mommy you have a bug on you!" I looked on my sleeve and felt around on my collar, but I couldn't find it. Lydia kept pointing and saying, "It's right there, Mommy!" I said, "You get it." She promptly slapped me across the face, just like in the movies. I burst out laughing. "Did you get it?" I asked. "Yep."