dry cold air really does wonders to Sophia's hair while jumping on the trampolineAt dinner tonight I make the comment I always make. "Sophia, don't just eat your bread." She replies, "I'm not. I'm trying to eat the butter."
We were going to a dinner that Santa was attending the other night. Sophia tells me I need to get ready. "Mommy, you need to go get ready so you can look beautiful." I was in my sweats, glasses, hair up in pony tail, the usual for a Saturday. I ask her if she thinks I'm beautiful the way I am. She replies, "No. You need to go get pretty right now."
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