Sophie came in this morning with new scratches on her arm from Luke. Seems he is still jealous of her pink and purple princess cell phone. First order of business was cutting Luke's nails. Won't fix the envy, but hopefully will blunt the damage it causes.
Sophie came in, set down her purse, took out her cellphone to "talk to the girl", and ate her cereal out of her little tiny pink teacup. We gave her the baby doll that "lives" with us. I painted her nails-toes and fingers. Luke used the hairdryer to set the polish. All is well in Sophie's World.
Luke started in on his million and one thoughts for the day. Thought #1: He wants to have a pet. Apparently any pet will do. Definition of "pet" is very flexible. He thinks a jellyfish will make a fine pet. He'll keep it in a tank with salt water. Thought # 35: He wants a pet chicken. He even has a plan. It starts with going to the fair. Then stealing an egg. Yes, an egg! Taking it home and hatching a baby chick, which will also apparently make a fine pet. Thought # 87: Why are those rocks behind that fence? What's a headstone? What's a cemetery? Why? Can we see the bones? Why? What's a coffin? Why? Can we dig it up? Why? Thought #113: Can he have one of my cats? Why? I offered to let him be part owner of Tigger when he visits, but will not let him take him home because he will be lonely. He declined the offer. Thought #130: Can he have gum? Can he have more gum? Can he take gum home with him?Thought # 147: Can he take home the cat(bunny, rat,etc.etc.etc.) that we are visiting at the Humane Society? Why? Thought # 156: Next time he visits, will Grandpa take him to the cemetery to dig up bones with the big shovel he is using to put up our fence? Why?
Grandma's Thought for the day: When is Daddy coming?
