Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Sopit

Sop it, Mat. Sop it.

MACCHEW SOP IT!

NO. MACCHEW. NO. SOP. JUS SOP IT.




It began w/ Matthew. She didn't like the way he was picking on her. Cute.

Then it was Alex. He wasn't supposed to touch me or her. Not good, but almost funny.

It moved on to me. Anytime I make her mad. Very annoying.

Now it's about everything and to everyone. Sop it echoes from the ceilings and bounces off the walls. Even after she is asleep in bed and no longer able to speak, I still hear it.


Sop it. Sop it. Sop it. Sop it. Sop it. Sop it. SOP IT.

1 comment:

Mama Kalila said...

LOL - hopefully she'll move on to a new phrase soon...