Sophie: Who’s picking me up from school today?
Me: I am.
Sophie: Again? What about Grandma? Can Grandma come pick me up?
Sometimes I don’t have enough time to eat dinner. When I walk in the door, I have three “kids” (Soph, the dog and the cat) to feed immediately, and often by the time I prepare Sophie’s meal (because she only eats like three things), she’s done and begging to go outside before I even have a chance to fix anything for myself. So the other night I decided I could wait and after dishing out her bedtime snack (vanilla ice cream with chocolate syrup), I made myself a plate of nachos. Not the healthiest choice, I admit, but it’s quick and easy and especially yummy with a beer (necessary after another day in hell—err, I mean at the office). Soph was eating her ice cream at the coffee table, watching The Lion King (her new obsession) and when I came over with my nachos, she jumped away and said, “Ew. I do not like how your dinner smells. Can you please eat it over there?” and points to the loveseat.
The other night I was talking on the phone to Summar about my disastrous meeting with my boss while Sophie played in the tub. Why she picks up on certain words/phrases and not others, I don’t know, but here are some things she did pick up on:
Sophie: Mommy, who are you talking about?
Me: My boss.
Sophie: You have an attitude?
Sophie: Mommy, you need to get out of that.
Me: Get out of what?
Sophie: Get out of being underpaid.
Thursday, August 16, 2007