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.
The end of the line
11 months ago