Humorous Tidbits

Sophia continues her hilarious ways. I should do a much better job writing this stuff down as it happens, but here's a smattering of recent funny stuff...

This morning she asked me to put on Alicia Keys so she could dance. She wanted to hear the "New York" song (called "Empire State of Mind") but I only have it on the iPod which wasnt with me, so I put on "No One." She was happy with that and dancing, then her moves went to just hopping repeatedly on one leg then the other. I asked her what the dance step was called and she said "Hip Hop."

Sophia loves to quote from her favorite movies, in particular "Madagascar." Her favorite movie quotes are "Excuse me, you're biting my butt!" (from Marty, the zebra to Alex, the lion). And my personal favorite, by Alex the lion: "I'm gonna use that one on stage from my salad bar of emotional tidbits."

At the grocery store a couple of weeks ago, Sophie's sitting on the front of the cart and holding the bananas. She plucks one from the bunch and puts her to her ear like a cell phone. She says (loudly), "Hello? Yeah, I got you on speaker."

For some reason, she's been telling people she has a brother and a sister. Their names change but always start with a "K" sound. Today she said she has a brother named Kerry and a sister named Katy. (Sometimes both brother and sister are named Katy.) No matter their names, she always says they live in Central Africa. (Incidentally, godfather Jerome recently bought her a Beta fish, and she immediately named her Kediya.)

She went through a phase a few weeks ago that if I was punishing her, she immediately told me she'd tell her teachers about it. After I laughed repeatedly and kept telling her to go ahead, she finally realized that this plan of attack wasn't working.

Yesterday a friend of mine gave me a crate of assorted stuff for Sophia. In the crate was a Cinderella figure that unbeknownst to me was really a stamp in bright fuchsia. As I'm cooking dinner, Sophia comes into the kitchen and says, "I need to show you something." She leads me to my (newish) cream colored couch and shows me right smack in the middle of the sofa cushion one perfect fuchsia Cinderella head stamped on it, and one on my hardwood floor to match. I asked her if she meant to do it. She nods her head up and down. I cleaned it off (took me 20 minutes), punished her and sent her off for a time out, but secretly I was kind of impressed that she 'fessed up without me having to go and find it myself.

Sophie's been potty trained since last August, but all of the sudden starting a several months ago began having accidents. Sometimes she'd go three or four days without incident, and then on one day have three accidents. It was hard to pack appropriately never knowing what was in store for the day; it was also causing a rash around her private area that wouldn't go away. I tried everything I could -- talking it out to find out why it was happening, telling her "Princesses don't pee in their pants" (which worked for few days), time outs, etc. Truly nothing was working.

Finally two weeks ago on a day where she had multiple accidents, Sebastian told her we're taking away your dress-up clothes one day for every accident. She had three accidents that day, so no trunk for three days. In theory she seemed okay with that. She pouted for a moment, but it wasn't real yet. When we got home, you would have thought we were doing some drastic -- like taking her to an orphanage forever. As I carried the trunk so full of frilly, pink and purple princess gowns and plastic shoes with heels that it can't even close from her room, Sophia first tried to hold onto me, then the trunk all the while screaming "NOOOOOOOOOO!" then she screamed and cried some more and then in one last attempt for mercy, flung herself to the ground. From princess to drama queen in two seconds flat.