As we passed by the Verizon store the other day, Sophie said, “I really want a Blackberry.”

“Well, the phone they gave you at Verizon is a Blackberry.  But it’s called a Demo,” I explained to the three-year-old in a vain attempt to convince her that her fake phone was just as good as the real thing.

“Well, I don’t like Demo,” the three-year-old replied.

Yet, I continued to reason with her.  “Sophie, you’re only three. You can’t have a Blackberry.  I don’t have a Blackberry.”

“Well, I just want to share your phone,” she compromised.

Funny.

I thought she did share my phone.  I should’ve reminded her of the $30 she charged on it when she downloaded those three aps.  But that would remind her that she can no longer play Need for Speed and I’m afraid that would’ve gotten ugly.

This is what I got her for Valentine’s Day:

Apparently she’s determined to prove me right.

She sent this text to Cammie tonight:

Slfdllui712dytcgas

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po0bxaklfkkrlsxrlokelllellpo0fhfgo 133ssocqf9fdjkklfkfk

I see the word gas is in the first line.  Hmm…