Sophie: Mama, when I grow up I am going to marry Thomas.
Mom: Thomas the Train or Thomas M (a three-year-old at our church)?
Sophie: Thomas M... because I love him.
Later, I tried to get her to repeat this declaration to Dad...
Mom: Sophie, who did you tell me you were going to marry?
Mom: And why?
Sophie: Because he is not in our family!
Mom: Well, I'm glad we've gotten the point across that you can't marry people in your own family!
Will: Is that a family rule or a police rule?
Mom: Sophie, what are you going to do when you grow up?
Sophie: Cook ('Took')!
Mom: What else?
Sophie: Feed babies. I'm going to 'took' and feed babies!
We're raising a real womens' libber!