Frank went out to listen to some music a couple nights ago so I decided to introduce Sophie to the wonders of Subway rather than cooking dinner. When we got home, I cut her tuna fish sandwich into smaller pieces, but I left my roast beef sandwich whole. Here's our dinner conversation:
Sophie: You gotta hot dog? I wanna HOT DOG!
Me: No...I just have a big sandwich. And you have a small sandwich.
Sophie (picking at sandwich): What dat? I'm eating goldfish?! Goldfish?!
Me (laughing): No, it's TUNA fish. Not goldfish.
Sophie: You're eating kitty cat sandwich.
So then we just split the Cheetohs and called it a night.
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The Adventures of Sophie and Her Sidekick, Jameson
2 comments:
Mmm...kitty cat sandwich sounds GOOD.
Do you ever feel like you just plain ol live in a parallel universe to your child?
Diana
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