From the Mouth of Sophie

Today at the hair salon:

Joe and Sophie are sitting down waiting for Joe to get his hair cut.  An older lady sits down beside Sophie.  The older lady looks Sophie’s way several times and smiles.  Moments later, Sophie scoots next to the lady, pats her back, grins and says, “how are YOU?”

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In the car today:

Sophie:  (singing) I’m a holly, jolly Christmas . . .

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At the Dollar Tree today looking at Christmas wrapping paper, which, goes without saying these days, was completely void of anything pertaining to Christ:

Sophie:  OH!  MY!  GOSH!  LOOK AT THIS!  I cannot believe it!  It is SOOO cute!

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Tonight at dinner time:

Sophie:  I’m through.

Joe:  Sophie, you need to eat two more bites of chicken.

Sophie:  I’M THROUGH!

Me:  Sophie, if you don’t eat any more you cannot have any peanut butter cups.

Sophie:  I’M THREE!

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After dinner:

Sophie:  (interrupting a conversation between Joe and me)  UH, Dad—why did you just sass me?

Joe & me:  muffled laughter

Joe:  I didn’t sass you.

Me:  (thinking)  Why is he answering her?

Sophie:  I’m going to call Meeka on my betend phone!

Me:  (thinking)  Who’s really in charge here?