Last night we were sitting at the dinner table when Lucy suddenly started squealing with delight, pointing to our deck. I turned to see a chipmunk sitting on the top step, casually eating a nut (well, as casually as a chipmunk can manage, anyway). I smiled and turned back to Lucy and asked “You see the chipmunk?” She nodded emphatically.
Then she said “Off!”
I asked her, “You want me to make the chipmunk leave?” She nodded again.
“But he’s not bothering anyone. You still want him to leave?” She nodded, again.
So, a little reluctantly, I turned around and opened the sliding door a bit, knowing the sudden noise would scare him away. As soon as I closed the door again, CJ said, “Watch, in a second she’ll ask…”
“More!” exclaimed Lucy, pointing to the deck.
I responded, a little exasperated, “You want the chipmunk back?” She nodded.
CJ, barely containing her laughter, responded, “See?”
I responded, now more than a little exasperated, “But you just had me scare him away!”
As you can see, Lucy is going through a “I can command the universe” phase. The chipmunks haven’t gotten the memo yet.