From the Mouth of Sofia

This morning while we were playing with Sofia in our room:

Sofia (holding Pegs' face in her hands): Mama, you is beautiful.

Me (feigning jealousy): Sofia, what about me? Isn't Daddy beautiful?

(Sofia doesn't say anything.)

Me: Sofia, I asked you a question. Isn't Daddy beautiful?

Sofia (exasperatedly): Daddy, you is a BOY.

Sofia has no respect for the principle of fart anonymity. If somebody cuts one, whether it be in the house, outdoors or in a crowded grocery store, Sofia will announce it. As I was waking her up this morning, nature honked its horn at me, which of course prompted a spirited cry of "Daddy farted!" Later, after we brought Sofia into our room:

Me (wrinkling my nose in disgust): Whoa, hon! At least try to warn me before you do that!

Pegs: That wasn't me. Are you sure it wasn't you?

Me: No, it wasn't me.

(Both of us turn to look at Sofia.)

Sofia (defiantly): Daddy, you fart in my room, and my fart in YOUR room.