Me: [trying to move along a very pokey Soph at bedtime] Okay. Time to pick one of your stuffed animals to sleep with. Let’s go.
Soph: [springs to feet, stands in middle of room scratching her head]
Me: What are you doing?
Soph: I’m an old artist so I have to scratch my head while I’m thinking.
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LOL I love it! She’ll think of anything to delay the inevitable. The other night, it was discussing the world’s most dangerous animals. When I suggested boa constrictor, she reminded me that it was a reptile.
Obviously, the narcolepsy gene is not evident. Warm milk?
Oooooohhh…so my grandfather was an artist! That explains soooo many things, you have no idea!
i spent most of the day with my 2 3/4 nephew today (3 in jan) and was enchanted and amazed as i always am at his intelligence and charm and precosity (not that i am BIASED in anyway – non!)
all you moms are so lucky!
She is too funny! ROFL.
At least she was an old artist and not an old baseball player…
mmm… no flakes… but that itch…
I guess that makes you and David REALLY old artists.
So why am I bald???
She’s too funny.
Aw, where did she get that from? Too cute. Since I heard that one of the children at my daughter’s daycare has (egad!) lice, I am going to stay in utter denial if she scratches her head and just think to myself, “She’s an old artist”.
That is just too freaking cute! Thanks for sharing!
Hello! I found your site on the Weblogs finalists list… congratulations and great blog! This post and the mice story made me laugh! SeaBird
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