Sophie: (Pointing to her unmade bed) MOM! Come do my sheets!
Me: Don’t boss me. I’ll do it in a little while. (The NERVE! SHE peed on it!) Go eat your peanut butter and jelly.
Sophie: Hhhhhhhhhh! (HEAVY sigh) MOM! I serious. I do NOT want one.
Me: GO eat your peanut butter and jelly!
Sophie: MOM! I am through!
Me: NO you’re not! You’re gonna’ eat some more of it.
Sophie: I’m tired of it.
Me: HEAVY SIGH. (thinking) Fine. Whatever.
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Sophie: Where are we going?
Me: To run errands?
Sophie: Darren’s? (Cam/Court’s Dad, my ex-husband. It’s a common confusion with her. Really. Errands? Darren’s?)
Me: NOOOO! We are going to run some errands. Pay some bills. Go to the store. ERRRands.
Later in the day
Me: Do you want to get an ice cream to share?
Sophie: YESSS!
Me: (Bug eyed after ordering WAY too big of an icedream cup from Chick fil A) We are definitely SHARING!
Sophie: Darren?
Me: NOOO, Sophie. We are sharrrr-ing ice cream.
Scenario played out in my head: Dad asks Sophie what she did today. Sophie tells him we had ice cream with Darren.
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Sophie: We don’t say rude things? We say nice things?
Me: That’s right, Sophie. Remember, be kind . . .
Sophie: to one another!
Me: That’s right!
Days later
Me: SOPHIE! Do NOT put Dexter outside. Get in here NOW like I told you. It’s time to go.
Sophie: MOM! That was NOT very not nice! That was rude! You do NOT say rude things to me.
HEAVY sigh.
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Random babbling from her imagination
Sophie: Yesssterday, I was going to my dance class (hasn’t started dance yet). Remember my friend Maddie?
Me: Your cousin?
Sophie: No. The other Maddie. From my dance class. (HASN’T started dance yet) And she was like (moves arms back and forth, maybe dancing, not sure). And I was like (arms still waving) FREAKING OUT! I was like, nervous.
Me: You haven’t started dance yet.
Sophie: MOM! Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
What to do? Vivid imagination. Do I go there? Or let her ramble? After all, I wouldn’t want to be rude.
LOL! She is the best! Before long you may have to start a new blog called “Conversations with Sophie”. Nah, let’s stick with a chapter or two.
Must make avatar,
Ginger
Oh, this was too hilarious. I love the ice cream part — your scenario made it the best EVER.
Too funny–love the “rude” wars going on at your house–experiencing the same thing over here, except for Wyatt just says, “That not rude!”
Rena, so nice of yo to stop by from Jennifer’s. This story cracks me up. Some days it’s hard to parent standing up.
Those conversations sound so familiar. My husband calls both my daughter & I “the rude police”. Those stories were too funny!!