Me: Hey, Sophia, your shirt says "Daddy's little girl." Are you Daddy's little girl?
Sophia: No, it says "Mama's the Best!"
Me: It says "Daddy's little girl."
Sophia: No, it says "Mama's the Best!"
(Repeat 3x more)
Me: Look, it spells D - A - D - D - Y.
Sophia: No, it spells "Doggy."
Me: Doggy's little girl?
Sophia: Yes.
Me: Close enough....
Me: Are you precocious, Sophia?
Sophia: No, I'm a toddler!
Me: Ok then.
Laura: How old are you, Sophia?
Sophia: I'm two. Dada's three.
"I found a shirt. It says 'Daddy's the Best!' You want to wear it? No, it's mine!"
(The onesie actually says "My Mommy is the Best!" : )
Sophia: I need a baby brother, Dada.
Me: I thought she wanted a sister?
Laura: I told her that her shoes are too small, so I have to put them away if she has a baby sister some day. And if she has a baby brother, I'll sell her shoes.
(So she'd rather have a baby brother, than share her shoes with a sister?!...Hmmm.)
Sophia climbs into bed and coos, "I wuv you. I miss you, Dada."
Laura and I go back and forth over who should change Sophia's fully loaded diaper.
We finally agree to change her together (after we catch her).
You'll never guess what Sophia says to us while on the changing table:
"Don't worry, be happy! Heehee!"
(Easy for you to say, Poopy Pants....)
