Monday, December 3, 2007
Boring - Not Something She'll Likely Ever Be Called
The first thing out of Sophie's mouth this morning when I walked into her room:
Sophie: "Mama, can I have some ice cream - with sprinkles and two cherries on top?"
Me: "You mean, like, right now - before we even say 'Good Morning' to each other?"
Sophie: (Leaning back on her pillow like the Queen of Sheba...) "Yes, please. You can bring it to my comfy bed. Don't forget I need a spoon too."
The very next thing out of Sophie's mouth (before I could even respond to her very nutritous breakfast request):
Sophie: "Hey, Mama, I've been in here doing lots and lots of toots. Just tooting, and tooting, and tooting. ...Pew. Do you smell that?"
Me: "Huh. Neat. Yes, I do. Perhaps you need to go to the bathroom."
Sophie: "Nah. I'll poop at Christmas."
Me: "Sophie, normal people poop every day."
Sophie: "Well, that's no good."