(No response.)
Laura: Sophia, help me tidy up please or go straight to bed.
(Sophia starts crying.)
Laura: Sophia, come and put your puzzles away.
Sophia: I need to get a paper towel for my tears!
Laura: (to me) She's been saying that all day. She's a fragile soul.
Sophia: I need to get a paper towel for my tears!
(Nice try, kid.)
