"Little" Bobby Harrison

Sophia's first boy crush, "Little" Bobby Harrison, a Youtube phenom. (Elmo doesn't count.)....
Bobby on Trumpet - Sway
(Great, he's a musician... ; )

Sweet Dreams Aren't Made of These

Me: Sweet dreams, honey.
Sophia: I will dream about poo poo.

Sharing is Caring

Sophia's playdate abruptly steals a toy from her.
Sophia runs off crying to Mama.
The friend sweetly says, "I'm sharing with Sophia."

Guess What?

Sophia: Guess what.
Laura: What.
Sophia: Ummm…
Laura: You should have something to say before saying “Guess what.”
Sophia: Guess what.
Laura: What.
Sophia: I have a present for you and Daddy...
Laura: Ooh, a present.
Me: What is it?
Sophia: I drinked it all up...

Pre-natal Phone Plan

My toddler walking around with a calculator to her ear:
Sophia: That's okay. Don't cry...
Me: Who are you talking to?
Sophia: My baby. She's crying.
Me: Where is your baby?
Sophia: She's in my belly. She's going to be born tomorrow....

Honey Ham Cold Cuts

At the grocery store looking at the cold cuts:
Me: Let's see...chicken...turkey...honey...
Sophia: Yes, Daddy?
Me: No, not you, honey. The honey ham.
Sophia: Okay, honey…

About Apples and Trees (Allegedly)

Laura's Post:

Can't get her to put this one down.
Sophia: "I like it because it's my favorite. I read it ALL up!"....

A Compelling Excuse

Me: Pick up your book, please.
Sophia: I can't. I have to tickle my feet!
(This excuse is strangely compelling. I look forward to using it some day.)

Coffee Shop Etiquette

Precious moment:
Tonight in a downtown coffee shop, two elementary aged girls approach my cute daughter and sweetly say, "Would you like some S'mores? They're giving away S'mores for free right outside!"

Priceless moment:
Their stunned, awkward silence when Sophia responds, "I had an accident and pooped on the mat. I pooped right on the mat!"

Of course, I whisk her away to the public bathrooms....
(We have to practice our social graces, my little party pooper : p)

Scrambled Eggs

"Crash!" (The sound of Sophia helping put away groceries.)
Laura: We're having eggs for dinner.
Me: Ok.

(When life cracks your eggs, make an omelette?)

Sister, Where Art Thou?

Sophia: I want to be a sister.
Laura: Okay, some day you'll be a sister....
Sophia: (red faced and weeping) No, not some day! I want to be a sister right now!

(Haha! She'll retract that statement some day ; )

I Smell Somm Thing

Laura: I smell poop.
Sophia: I smell chocolate.
(Our daughter needs either a nose specialist or sommelier training...)

Dance Fever!

Sophia: Can I have the iPad?
Laura: Mama's using it for cooking.
Sophia: But I need to dance! I need to dance!....

Clothing Optional?

Me: That's Adam and that's Eve.
Sophia: I want her to come to my house.
Me: Why?
Sophia: So she can get dressed and play with me.
(Says the girl who 10 minutes earlier had this exchange:
Laura: What are you doing?
Sophia: I'm cleaning the house naked....)

Cookie Security

Sophia: I'm making cookies with Mama.
Me: Yummy, yummy in my...
Sophia: No, not in your tummy. It's for the children!
Me: Can I try a little, tiny bit?
Sophia: Hmm, maybe later. We'll see if there's any left.
(Security's tight around here.)