Sofi Trilogy
Today's post it appears will be a trilogy featuring Sofia, as she has managed to do three interesting things today.
It goes without saying that I put her on a time out, though it felt like I was putting her on a time out for telling the truth, since I didn't actually catch her doing it. I have a feeling she felt the same, but she was still willing to apologize to Isaac when she was done with her time out.
Later I was in the kitchen while Isaac was napping when I realized it was too quiet. Sofi was still awake, and it just shouldn't have been so quiet. This means two things: 1. Sofi died or 2. She's doing something she shouldn't.
So I walk to Sofi's room and look in and don't see her. But it is still too quiet and I can't think of any place else she would be, so I go into her room and sure enough, there she is sitting on the floor in the corner, looking up at me, arms behind her back, and little pieces of yarn all over her lap.
"Sofi, what's behind your back?"
"Nothing," she says, even though she pulls out her left hand voluntarily and shows me the doll it is holding. The doll has yet to become a Sinead O'connor look a like, but was on its way.
"Sofi, what's in your other hand?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, I don't think so. Give the scissors to me." At this point she pulls out this small pair of scissors that she found in Isaac's personal care kit, which are meant for cutting his nails.
This last one is short, and one Mary will appreciate. Today at lunch out of no where Sofi started singing "Living Wet", which is the baptism song that Mary teaches at Sunday School, and the one Mary wrote. Sofi even added the jazz hands at the end, though the motion was more in the arms than in the fingers.
WET HAIR
We're all in Isaac's room, and I'm sorting through Isaac's clothes when I look up and notice that the back of Isaac's hair is all wet. So I wonder out loud "How did Isaac's hair get all wet?" To my surprise (though I really shouldn't be), Sofi replies without even looking up "I spit." "What?" I say, not believing what I'm hearing. In turn she replies by making a hacking sound at the back of her throat and brings salava bubbles to her lips, obviously deciding that a visual will clarify things better for her dad.It goes without saying that I put her on a time out, though it felt like I was putting her on a time out for telling the truth, since I didn't actually catch her doing it. I have a feeling she felt the same, but she was still willing to apologize to Isaac when she was done with her time out.
CLASSIC SCISSOR INCIDENT
Later I was in the kitchen while Isaac was napping when I realized it was too quiet. Sofi was still awake, and it just shouldn't have been so quiet. This means two things: 1. Sofi died or 2. She's doing something she shouldn't.
So I walk to Sofi's room and look in and don't see her. But it is still too quiet and I can't think of any place else she would be, so I go into her room and sure enough, there she is sitting on the floor in the corner, looking up at me, arms behind her back, and little pieces of yarn all over her lap.
"Sofi, what's behind your back?"
"Nothing," she says, even though she pulls out her left hand voluntarily and shows me the doll it is holding. The doll has yet to become a Sinead O'connor look a like, but was on its way.
"Sofi, what's in your other hand?"
"Nothing."
"Oh, I don't think so. Give the scissors to me." At this point she pulls out this small pair of scissors that she found in Isaac's personal care kit, which are meant for cutting his nails.
LIVING WET
This last one is short, and one Mary will appreciate. Today at lunch out of no where Sofi started singing "Living Wet", which is the baptism song that Mary teaches at Sunday School, and the one Mary wrote. Sofi even added the jazz hands at the end, though the motion was more in the arms than in the fingers.
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