She has middle-management written all over her.

Like her mother, Lucy is a born supervisor of all things yard work related. Brian and I have a HUGE apple tree in the front yard, which is very beautiful, but drops a metric ton of apples on our front yard every couple days. All night long we hear these tiny, half-rotten, totally non-edible (ie: useless) apples drop on our roof then roll off gently into huge piles in our front yard. It's great...sigh. And, to everyone who has ever suggested we eat/juice/ferment these apples - feel free to come over and remove as many as you think you need. No, really.