Earlier this week I had a Busy busy day. My new bed was delivered (which I LOVE) and the carpet my daughter ruined 6 months ago was replaced with vinyl. Sophie was SO up the rear end of the repairman it was hilarious. Any time the door opened she would chine "IT'S CHRIS!" and he would mirror back to her "yes, it is Chris!" and she would run check in on him every 2-3 minutes. I was in the other room with Liam and I hear Sophie talking to Chris. She's got that know-it-all tone going on and I just know her hand is on her hip. She says "That is my mommy. I like her. She's nice. She's my girl." At this point both Chris and I are cracking up. She is such a sweet little pixie. I like her. She's my girl.