I try not to talk about it much, because I feel like I'm bragging about my goddaughter or something, but Sophia is smart.
Not just kind of smart. Crazy insane smart.
Keep in mind this child is two years of age. She knows when we're near the Troll. She will sing the whole alphabet to you and follow up with a grand rendition of Twinkle Twinkle, Little Star. The kid knows how to get to the mall!
Sophia will sit with you and actually converse. This weekend, we talked fashion. "My shoes match my dress."
"Um. Yes. They do. How old are you?"
"Are you sure you're not twelve?"
But smarts aren't any defense against Aunt Bee's suggestion skillz. When Sophia told me about how she was going to get married, I asked if I could wear wings and show up as her fairy godmother.
"No. You can be Sleeping Beauty."
"Who can I be?" Raw asked.
Sophia looked at me and I whispered in her ear. She agreed and announced Raw's identity.
"You can be the eeeeviiill witch!"