Another Sophie-ism

"His feet are made of muffins." She sang this at breakfast this morning. I have no clue where this might have even come from, but I thought it might be worth blogging about before I forgot it.

We got a new gazebo last night, two of my shows are now over and I'm getting ready for another one. And I'm finally "self-cleaning" the oven. Woah! Intense. The fun never ends.