Today in the car Sophi was singing made-up songs with made-up tunes. Imagine her singing her little heart out with a melody that wanders all over the place without realizing she had an audience:
It's OK that I don't have any arms
Because I am fabulous
And high fashion
And when I grow up, I think I will have three kids
Not 100,000 kids.
Because that is too many to take care of and to feed.
Actually, maybe I will have four or five or even eight,
but not one hundred thousand.
Cuz' that will be too many.