Me: Be patient, Lucy. I'll get to you next.
Lucy: Why should George get any scratches at all? What does he do to earn his keep?
I'm the one who hauls your butt down the trail.
Me: Alright, alright, bring your ears over here.
Me: Stop looking at me like that! I only have two hands!
Lucy: And they always belong on me.
Lucy: Why is that so hard for you to grasp?