"Mama, can I play wif da peeyooter?" Emmie asks.
"Sure, but then I get the T.V.," I compromise. She looks shocked, and crunches up her face trying to decide.
"Oooh, Sophie's choice," I laugh, and she frowns harder.
"But my name's not Sophie!" she says. "So... can I hab both?"
[facepalm] One day she'll get my jokes. At least Alice Wynn always does.
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