Mawwiage

We broke down and let Sophie watch "Little Mermaid" a week or two ago.

Her revered cousin had given her an Ariel princess dress hand-me-down complete with high-heel (sort of) shoes. Every chance she gets, Sophie puts on the dress and shoes and tromps all over the house. Usually with a purse slung over her arm and talking about how she's late for work. The rules - no princess shoes outside, no princess shoes on the stairs and no running. It's a very over-the-top dress - blue, sparkly, floofy - and she does look adorable. If I had one, I'd wear it all the time, too.

So, we watched a Disney princess movie. It's sweet and scary and nothing like the original story. Anyhoo, yeah, princesses.

And Ariel and Eric get married in the movie. So there's been lots of talk about marrying people.

For a while, she would bow her head to me and say: "You're the one I've been looking for." And then want to dance with me. As you do when you're wearing a fancy dress.

She got home from daycare yesterday and told me she was going to marry someone handsome. So I said, "Well, it's more important that you marry someone nice. If they're handsome, too, then great. But nice is more important."

And she answered: "Ohhh, like Daddy."

Can't really argue with that

Last night, I was reading Sophie books in bed. She loves books and I like to read them to her, but there comes a point when it really is time for sleeping.

So, I made sure she knew *this* book was the last one. "After this book, I'm turning off the light and going into the office. Okay? No more asking for one more book."

Sophie: "Yes, okay, Mama." At the same time, she farts. Loudly.

"See, Mama? My mouth is saying 'yes', but my tush is saying, 'no, no, no!"