Apparently this what what Sophie thinks, at least.
She is slumped on the couch, her temperature between 103 and 104. Her eyes are partially closed and she is under a blanket. Lest I wonder if she is asleep, I simply have to utter these words: "Shh... Sophie is sick."
She rouses up, her piercing eyes reflecting anger and hurt, "I am NOT SICK. I am feelin' better." Then she resumes her previous posture.
The only thing I can think of that produces comparable venom is when I refer to her as a Baby.
Fun at the Fair
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