Thursday, August 5, 2010

Hostess with the mostest

posted Sat, 01 Dec 2007

Sophia [before going upstairs to look for Dog, after I had already eaten her cookie]: Don’t touch my food.

After the piercing shriek and the shattering realization that Dog is not to be found:

Me: Maybe Dog went on a trip. Maybe he went to visit his mother. He’ll be back tomorrow. [Fortunately, not a lie, as Stephen and Leigh keep a backup Dog in a secret location. BD is used when Regular Dog has to be ripped out of Sophia’s hands to be laundered.]

Sophia [sniffing, reluctant]: Maybe.

Me: Let’s look in the kitchen.

Sophia: Look! Cookies! [Reaches for bag] Would you like a cookie?

Me: No, thank you.

Sophia: OK. I need one for me.

We open the refrigerator.

Sophia: We have milk. We have lem’ade. We have ketchup.

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