May Thirty-First

Since Sophia was 18 months old or so, she could tell you her birth date. Quite distinctly, I might add. (Or maybe it's just that phenomenon where parents can understand what their children are saying while the rest of the world can't.) At the end of May this year, she turned 3 (as detailed somewhat in an earlier post).

Here are a couple of pictures taken at her preschool, where they celebrated with cupcakes and a personally decorated crown. (Thank-you Sheryl and Paola for providing the pics.)





And here are a couple of recent Sophia-isms:

• While waiting at a stoplight, I pointed to a pizza parlor and told Sophia that was the place that made the pizzas whenever we had that particular food item delivered to our house. Sophia replied, "Oh." After a four-second pause, she followed up with, "Daddy, you do realize that I don't like pizza."
  Busted me right up. It marked the first time I heard her use "realize" in a sentence.


• While trying to get her down for a nap one Saturday afternoon, Sophia made it clear that she wanted Mommy to do it (put her down). In her roundabout way of informing me, Sophia said, "I don't want you here, Daddy. You smell."


• Again, while trying to put her down for a nap, I read her a much-abbreviated rendition of the timeless classic "Snow White." When we got to the page that showed the seven dwarfs, Sophia said, "Let's say their names."
  With a devilish grin, she started to recite their names: "Poo-poo. Pee-pee. Booger. Earwax."
  Again, busted me right up. (Though it's doubtful that she could have provided more names in that vein. Then again, I could be wrong.)