Of course, after such a positive blog post, Sophie was due to remind me that she’s not perfect. She ran away from us at the beach. She never does that, but she did: she just wanted to get back to the car where she knew there was pirate’s booty. On the way back to the car, she took a detour through the campground giftshop, where she shoplifted a barbie make-up kit, before I apprehended her and put it back on the shelf. Then, for the entire five-minute walk to the car, she squirmed in my arms, sobbing loudly, and screeching: “I wanna pony! I wannnna ponnnnnnnnneeeeeey! I wanna pony.”
People passing us by didn’t even smile understandingly.