At 11:55AM this morning Sophie came back in from having a pee and began an absolutely world-class snicky dance.
I mean, she pulled out all the stops. It was one of her Great Performances, including a truly impressive gob of spit which she slung for several feet from the front door all the way into the kitchen. I can still picture it, gleaming in the morning sun which shone thru the front door. I'm still a bit stunned by the energy of her delivery, in fact. I was so taken aback that I actually gave her part of a white scoop of lamb & rice. I'm sure you wouldn't have caved in the way I did because you are a responsible Mommy -- but I think you had to be here to witness the event before issuing any condemnations. Why was she confused? Well, last night was a melatonin failure, in my opinion. I woke up to pee at 3:30AM and I was still awake at 4:15, so I just got up and went to the office. Sophie was close behind, naturally -- she came in about 4:30 and agitated non-stop for a full hour. At 5:30 I capitulated and fed her, but this is hardly a drastic departure from the norm. I truly don't understand what got into her today. It's now 12:40PM and she is snoring happily by my chair (very cute!). I await the 3PM hour with interest. I have no prior experience upon which I can make any predictions...
