While cozying-up Sabrina in some cuddly blankets, Sophie tells her baby sister, "You're baby Jesus." Then she tells me, "And you're Mary."
I say, "Oh. Okay. And who are you?"
"Oh yeah," says Sophie. "I'm the leopard."
I'm pretty sure she meant "shepherd."
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After examining the sprouts from the flower seeds we sprinkled in our flower bed, Sophie exclaimed, "Look Mom! Someone else's plant is growing too!" It was a weed growing in the crack of a sidewalk.
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I got a perm last week (pictures to come), and if you have ever had one you know that the next few days are some crazy hair days. Here's what Sophie thought of my hair the day after...
"You have a pile on your head."
Later, Sophie wanted to go to the park. I told her, "I'm afraid to go outside because my hair is crazy."
Sophie said, "I'll just go with Daddy. His hair's just fine."
A few days after that....
Sophie is playing with dolls with her friend, Paisley, in the sunroom. I was in the other room straightening up. I hear Sophie in her high-pitched play voice say "...I can't go there. My mom's hair is too different."