Conversations with Sophie

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.