Instead of taking a nap, Sophie defies us by . . . quietly playing in her room!
That sly, sly dog!
When I open the door, she looks excruciatingly guilty, as if she'd just been caught embezzling from the church's widows and orphans fund. She scurries back to her bed and tries to look as if she'd always been there.
I give her some milk, tuck her in, kiss her on the cheek, and slowly shut the door.
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