Wednesday, June 29, 2016


Sofia asks what do you eat out of a bowl with a fork?

Me: don't know what

Sweet potato.


What do you eat off a plate but with a spoon?

I don't know.


Good riddles Sofia!

Ok if you like those I'll come up with a better one. Hmmm. How did the candle call a cab?


Tuesday, June 14, 2016

Secret garden Rondavoo

There's always going to be another Frito

you're always going to want to make it move-

Sofia to the tune of Miley Cyrus mountain song

Tuesday, June 7, 2016

fifth head

Lucia, what's that on your forehead?

Sofia said, just get rid of it and get her fifth head

Friday, June 3, 2016

THE RED HORSE (bedtime story from last night)


There was a red horse. It was highly coveted by everyone in the kingdom because it was twice as fast as all the rest of the horses. All of the knights wanted to own the horse.

One night ("Wait, which kind of night/knight?" asks Sofia, "How do you spell it?") One night, with an N, all of the knights, with a K, got together to discuss who was going to own the red horse.

Sir Reginald said, "I should own it, because I am the oldest and therefore have seniority." Sir Nigel said, "No I should own it because I am the strongest." Sir Gerald said, "No, I should own it because I am the fastest. And after all it is the fastest horse." Sir Alistair said, "No I should have the horse because I am the best swordsman." And Sir Findlay said, "No, I should obviously have the horse because I am smartest!"

(Sofia suggests, "Maybe they can share the horse, each have it for one day of the week?")

"Here, Here," said Sir Reginald, "I don't want to share the horse and this is obviously going nowhere. Why don't we have a contest to see who gets the horse?"

"What kind of contest?" asked Sir Findlay.

"I propose a history quiz," answered Sir Reginald. Whoever does the best on the quiz will win the contest."

"Pshaw!" said Sir Nigel. "You would win that easily as you are the oldest one here and know the most history. How about a contest to see who can lift the heaviest weight?"

"Fiddlesticks!" said Sir Gerald. "You would win that one because you are the strongest. How about instead we have a foot race?"

"Nonsense!" said Sir Alistair. "You would win that one because you are the fastest. I propose we have a sword fight for the red horse."

"I beg your pardon!" said Sir Findlay. "You would obviously win that one. Just as I, being the smartest, would win a contest of the wits. What we need in which none of us has an advantage."

(Sofia suggest a race in which each contestant holds one leg and hops on the other leg to the finish.)


The knights thought that was a great idea, but before they could hold the contest a messenger came to tell the nights that the princess had taken pity on the red horse and decided to help it escape out of the royal stables and now it was gone with the wind.