Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Conversation with a deranged baby.

Sophie runs out of living room and then back, carrying an armload of Izzy's clothes. She puts them up on the couch, climbs up, and leans back.

Me: Sophie?

Sophie: Yesh?

Me: What are doing?

Sophie: [Bursts out laughing. I just keep looking at her.]

Sophie, holding up a pair of swim trunks: Ishee?

Me: I know that's Izzy's, but what are you doing with it?

Sophie: [More mad laughter.]


Maisyday said...

Gotta love that baby! :)

MaMa Norma said...

Hey don't talk about my granddaughter like that. She's adorable not deranged!