Houston, We Have a Problem

Today on the way home from Girl Scouts, I was probing Lucy about what she wanted for Christmas (people have begun to ask). She said, "Well, I do have a Santa list, but the thing I really want is something only he can get me because they don't have it at the mall or it's probably too expensive for anyone to buy me." "What is it?"

"MOM, you KNOW, it's that flying machine I've been asking for. The space shuttle?!!"