Sophia Proves She’s a Monkey (and also that she’s not)
Planning our day a’t the breakfast table, Michele said she normally takes the kids to the playground with just one stroller and the baby carrier. She puts Alexander in the baby carrier if Sophia gets tired.
Sophia interrupts, “I don’t want to go on the baby carrier.”
Michele responds, “We won’t put you in the baby carrier because it is for carrying baby’s and she is a girl.”
Sophia says, “I’m not a girl. I’m a monkey.”
Dave asks, “How do you know you’re a monkey.”
Sophia shoves her hands hands in her armpits and hoots, hollers, screams like a chimpanzee. There you have it.
The irony is that we were at the National Zoo earlier this summer, and Dave’s friend Larry asked if she was a monkey. Sophia said she wasn’t. When asked why not, she put her hands in her pockets and said, “I have pockets.”
Not sure which is the more structurally sound argument.
