Lately talking to Sophie is more and more like talking to a 3-year-old. Conversations and monologues can be... confusing, imaginative, thought-provoking, and hilarious! I'm not sure if I'm ready for this yet, but here we go! She is my delight.
Tonight...
Sophie - Dad, will you marry me?
Dan - Sophie I can't marry you, I'm already married to Mama.
S - Oh, but you love me.
D - Yes, I love you very much, but I'm not going to marry you. I'm just married to Mama.
S - (*sigh*) I guess I'll marry Mama then.
Alicia - Sophie, people don't marry their Mummies & Daddies. Mummy is just your Mummy and I love you, and Daddy is just your daddy and he loves you.
S - Oh, ok. (Thinks about this) Daddy is married to Mama...
D - Yes..
S -... and Jeremy is married to Bec...
D - That's right!
S -... but Sophie and Ryan are not married yet!!
Sometimes, Dan and I just have to try so hard not to laugh!
and I wonder if maybe she's been watching too much Cinderella, a little too early?!
There have been a lot of golden moments lately... oh, here's a great one!
After picking Sophie up from daycare one day,
A- Sophie, your teacher said you went to the toilet 3 times today! You're becoming such a big girl and I'm so proud of you! You must be proud of you too.
S - Yes! (Thinks awhile?) Mama, did you go to the toilet at school today too? I'm so PROUD of you Mama! Good job!
Or here was the conversatoin/ story we got after dinner tonight, as bedtime was fast approaching...
A - Sophie, it's time to start getting ready for bed. Do you want to drink your milk now, or go to the toilet first?
S - No, Mama. Tonight, I'm gonna put to you to bed. You get in your bed and I tell you a story, ok? Then I give you a kiss and I close the door and I go talk to to Daddy on the couch, ok? Then I go to bed later, when I'm reee (really) tired.
And to that I just think, yeah, fat chance kid, keep dreaming! But of course, I don't say it like that!
I'll try to think of some more gems for you. These are busy, crazy, beautiful days.
Hugs from all of us,
Alicia, Danny & Sophie