Andrea-ism

(as told by my mom while staying with us)

As Mark and Jeanette were leaving for their meeting Saturday morning, I watched as Andrea and Lacie saw them to the door with the usual prolific goodbye, goodbye, I want a hug, goodbye, hug, another hug, goodbye, goodbye. Shutting the door, Andrea, with Lacie in tow, headed past me towards the living room. "Don't worry, M'Jean," she said. "We'll keep you company."