Sophisms

Sophie: Mom, is it fast Sunday today?
Me:  No
Sophie:  So it's slow Sunday?

Sophie:  Mom, I want the pink cup!!!  Not the green cup!!!
     [Insert lots of whining]
Mom:  Sophie, you get what you get and you don't throw a fit.
Sophie:  I already did throw a fit.

Fuzzy cell phone pics

Jason is in the girls room telling Regan a story about hunting.  Sophie is asleep, or so it seems.  Regan asks what part of the deer he ate, and Sophie says, with her eyes closed, "did you eat the eye balls?"

In the car this morning Jason is naming off the food they had at the ward Christmas party and, again, I thought Sophie was asleep, but she chimes in, "pineapple".

Sophie is doing well in school.  She thinks it's boring though and her favorite part is the show-and-tell back pack.  She adores her little sister and Allie loves her too.  She picks her up way more than Allie would like though.  She needs to join sugarholics anonymous and loves to play games and cook with me.

I looked over and found her reading a book like this.  
She cracks me up!