Sophie came to me crying because, she said, Nate twisted her arm. "I need some of your beer to make me better!" she wailed.
"MY WHAT?" I said. "MY BEER????"
"Yeah," she said, "I'm cryin' for beer."
Sophie came to me crying because, she said, Nate twisted her arm. "I need some of your beer to make me better!" she wailed.
"MY WHAT?" I said. "MY BEER????"
"Yeah," she said, "I'm cryin' for beer."
One of my boyfriend's daughters is also a Sophie. When you described your suspicion of yours being the egg and mayo mastermind, and now the cryin' for attention (and more), I am thinking there's something in that name. ;)
lol..I like to tell the kids when they whine I need to wine...hehehe
Oh you crack me up! With all the eggs gone, i think the girls made the logical leap to mayo - or perhaps they're fighting some nit like behaviour.
Oh man, I love Sophie! That's a kid after my own heart!
i begged my dad for beer at a family wedding when I was 7. He said he would let me drink it as long as i drank the entire amount he poured. I drank the glass (probably about a cup and half) and was sick to my stomach for days.
My mom was pissed off but I didn't TOUCH beer again until I was in college... not even ONCE during all the high school parties i went to!
When I was small, probably around three years old I used to sit on my father's lap and take sips from his beer. He gave it to me! And I loved it.