Sophie is learning about her world every day. Lately, she's learning about the caste system in the Webster household, and attempting to change her rank.
Last week, I grabbed a wipe and scrubbed off her knee (ahem...while I was driving, because she had just drawn hundreds of spiraling red circles on her leg with a ballpoint pen and we were on our way to someplace where I suppose I thought she should look clean...can't remember now). But she told me, "No, Momma. No touch wipes. Time out!" And then she pointed to the car door. There have been times, driving with a whining or screaming version of Sophie, when I contemplated ejecting myself. Luckily this was not one of them. (And...I later learned that there is a kid at pre-school who likes to pull hundreds of wipes out of the container and he got a time-out. I was guilty by association.)
Last night, when I was putting Sophie down to bed, Callie-dog was rummaging around the room looking for dropped crumbs or tasty wooden toys to destroy and Sophie pointed to the door and said, "Get out here, Callie. Go your room! Too loud!"
But she is not above reproach. Yesterday afternoon, she lifted the dogbowl up and then poured it out right in front of Frank and me. We all just stood there silently, staring at each other for a second, listening to the kibble skitter across the tile. Without saying a word, I pointed to the room where Sophie's "time out spot" is located. She turned and trotted off without saying a word. A couple of minutes later she said, "Solly, Momma," and we swept up the dogfood with Callie's help.
And all is right with the world.
P.S. All is NOT right with our camera, so the blog updates may be word-heavy and picture-shy for a while!