Dinosaurs stole my kisses!

This is what Sophie told Jeff and I last night when we would ask for a kiss. She went on to elaborate the dinosaur was on the ceiling and it was coming to get Daddy. Daddy then had to do the "dinosaur dance" where he run around the kitchen and her bedroom trying to simultaneously catch the dinosaur and get the dinosaur to stop eating his leg. Unfortunately for Jeff, he never could catch that old dinosaur. Sophie could though- on the first try. She put him in a plastic walmart bag, shashed him up real good and tossed him in the trash.

Then I said "Sophie, now that the dinosaur is gone do you have any kisses I could have?"

And she did.