"Mom, what do YOU want for Christmas?" Sophie asked me in the kitchen this afternoon after I brought down an armload of wrapped gifts and placed them under the tree.
"I want you guys not to fight. And keep your room clean." I answered, in total seriousness. "I used to hate it when I would ask my Mom what she wanted for Christmas and she would say the same thing. But now I understand, and I want the same thing."
Sophie is not buying it. "Come on, what do you really want?" she prods.
"No, really, that's what I really want. Deep down in the bottom of my soul, I want you to keep your room clean and not fight with your siblings as a Christmas present."
Sophie cocks her head and pops her hip, putting her green nail-polished hand there for effect.
"Well, that's never gonna happen!" She spits out with a cocky smile. "So what do you want from the TOP of your soul?!"
"I want you guys not to fight. And keep your room clean." I answered, in total seriousness. "I used to hate it when I would ask my Mom what she wanted for Christmas and she would say the same thing. But now I understand, and I want the same thing."
Sophie is not buying it. "Come on, what do you really want?" she prods.
"No, really, that's what I really want. Deep down in the bottom of my soul, I want you to keep your room clean and not fight with your siblings as a Christmas present."
Sophie cocks her head and pops her hip, putting her green nail-polished hand there for effect.
"Well, that's never gonna happen!" She spits out with a cocky smile. "So what do you want from the TOP of your soul?!"
4 comments:
Génial! c'est hilarant! j'ai explosé de rire! Elle a le sens de la répartie et beaucoup d'humour.
Hahaha. That was pretty funny. And you're right, that's what I want for Christmas too. :)
This made me laugh! Sophie's a quick one - better watch out! :)
:) She cracks me up.
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