Saturday morning, Sophie gave Annabelle a tittie twister. It left a mark.
Sunday morning, she drew (with something appearing to be just short of permanent marker) on a chair, my bed and the couch.
Sunday night, Sophie, Annabelle and Ray emerged from a convenience store — they’d run in to buy milk — and I noticed Sophie was carrying a bottle of Diet Coke.
“Happy Mother’s Day!” she said (rather, “Happy Smother’s Day!”).
“How cute! You bought me a Diet Coke,” I said to Ray.
He looked at me, then at Sophie, then grabbed the Diet Coke and headed back into the store. First shoplifting offense.
Let’s hope the full moon is gone today.