"Sophia-isms"

"When I grow up I'm going to be a kindergartener!"

"I fell in love with that boy" (playground romance!).

"My foot died!" (Sometimes she "gets stuck" in a passe during ballet practice!).

Sophia: "I wish we had a minivan."
Me: "We don't need a minivan; minivans are for huge familes."
Sophia: "But you're huge!"

Sophia: "Are we going to the liquore store?"
Me: "Why would we be going there?"
Sophia: "To get daddy beer. Daddy loves beer!" (Not true; I'm the one who loves beer!)

"I would like some pizza. We can get pizza, right? There's a place called Papa John's that's open, right?" (This is after throwing up several times in the wee hours of the morning).

"I just took a tiny, standard bite."

"I'm doing a good job," "I'm doing it right," and other phrases to confirm that she's little Ms Perfect! She's exhibiting some of her mom's OCD and competitiveness!