Lucy comes into my office this morning: "Daddy, Mom needs you to get some Tylenol. It's on the Lady Pooper in the bathroom!'
I give her a blank look. "The what, Goose?"
"The Lady Pooper!" She gives me an exasperated sigh. "Come on! I'll show you!"
I follow her down into the bathroom. She opens the bathroom cabinet door, and points to the round double-shelf that turns on a swivel. "It's on there!"
"Lucy, tell me what that is, again?" I ask.
She giggles a little, in response: "I don't want to!"
"Come on, Goosey," I say, smiling, "Tell me what it's called!"
"Um, I think it's the 'Lady Pooper?'" She mumbles the second half of the sentence, as her face turns bright red.
I can't contain my laughter. "Oh sweet Lucy! That's called a 'Lazy Susan!'"
"Whatever, Dad! Mom wants the Tylenol!"
A few minutes later, she comes back into my office, gives me a big, unsolicited hug, and says sweetly: "Daddy, you won't tell anyone about what I called that, will you?"
"Of course not, sweetie."
Chalk one up for the Anderson family lore!