(Scene: Dad made us Indian food—chicken masala—for dinner)Daddy: Well, growing up we didn't eat a lot of food from other countries.
Lucy: Oh. Where was it from?
Daddy: It was mostly—
Lucy: From Seattle?
Daddy: Yes. We ate Seattle food.
(Brief break during which Lucy finishes, gets up, and starts making up silly words while dancing about and singing)
Lucy: Oh Daddy, you're a lewdy!
Daddy: A lewdy?
Lucy: No, you're a gewdy!
Daddy: I think I like that one better.
Lucy: No, you're a newdy!
Daddy: Um ...