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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.