Little Mother

Sophie is not allowed to eat cat food. This kills her- but hey, some things I am just adamant on. She cries and fusses and swears that I am the most hateful mom ever. I just stand there and in a clear, unwavering, grown up voice, declare that the cat food is "yucky".

The message has apparently gotten through. Today Sophie walked over to the cat, who was eating the forbidden fruit, swatted him on the butt and said "Yuck". Then when he looked at her- she sternly, in an unwavering sort of grown up way, nodded NO.

She's awesome.