Why I even try, I have no idea.

There's just no getting around it: these two are going to outfox me at every move for the rest of their lives. I should just throw in the towel now.

Today I shut Sophie's door when I put her down for her nap and I forgot to go open it, so when she woke up she cried out for me. I went in there and carefully turned the knob and barely cracked the door, then I crouched down so that my face was at her level.

She pulls the door open slowly and I smile in sneaky glee. She steps around the door and I burst out laughing rather than with the, "Boo!" I'd had in mind:

She had to remind me that a true lady never leaves the house without her bonnet and clutch.