She's Right

On the drive to pre-school, I asked Sonya if she minded the rain. I knew it meant they would play inside and her favorite activities there occurred outside. She replied it was OK. I went on to tell her that when I was a little boy I hated the rain and it would make me sad when it rained. We were at a stop light so I turned around to see her response.

With a shrug, she said "Well, you're not a little boy anymore."
I laughed hard and she joined me, though her amusement simply was my amusement.

Lisa later told me that one time last week after Sonya stopped running around the house she told Lisa, "It's my life, it's my fault." We're not sure what that means, nor if she has any idea what she's saying, but we appreciate her earnest delivery.