Sofia: (touching her ribs) These are my longs.
Me: Your longs?
Sofia: Yeah. They make you breathe.
Me: Who taught you that?
Sofia: Some kind of lady with a pink shirt on.
Today, we were walking home from the neighborhood pool and Sofia spotted a dead, dried up worm on the sidewalk. "Ah! That worm's broken," she said. "It's not moving."
3 comments:
Great stuff GV.
Thanks, KP.
She's so beautiful, Greg... and unlike 99% of the population who writes things about their kids, I actually look forward to your writings about Sofia. I know you're a really rockin' Dad. :) --J-Laz (now J-Web)
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