So, Sophie has spent the entire day referring to Eliza as "the two year old".
As in, the two year old smells poopy or the two year old needs to go take a nap or the two year old just wrote all over her face with a pen ...
Well, 5 year olds are mighty superior. We all know that.
It is getting a little, um, obnoxious. Maybe.
It reminds me of that movie Zathura, where the little boy can't really read but insists that he can. That's what our life is like.
She can read all. She can do all. She knows all. Awesome.
In all fairness to my little girl, she did actually cook supper for us Thursday night.
After gymnastics we were debating what to eat.
Sophie said, "Sweetie, (she was referring to me) why don't I make you some bear paws."
I said, "why don't you?"
and so she did.
They were yummy.
take two refrigerated biscuits. divide one biscuit into five pieces and roll into balls. attach to other biscuit in a paw formation. bake and serve with honey.