Alice (aka Sophie)

Tim and I took the kids out to a restaurant last night. It's a cool little place with a big play area for the kids (no, not McDonalds!). Lots of activities, blocks, art areas, etc. where the kids can safely roam and play while Tim and I catch up on some adult conversation (or play with the apps on our cell phones, but whatever).

Anyway, Sophie immediately finds a friend and is running around like crazy with her. They are having a ton of fun and we hear the young girl yell, "Alice! Come here! Alice!" Tim and I look at each and wonder who the heck she's yelling at. Obviously it can't be Sophie. There's no other kid around her and it looks like she's yelling at Sophie....who brought the weird kid? And then it dawned on us......Sophie has been telling us lately that her name is Alice. Did she seriously tell this little girl her name is Alice? Sometimes she tells us to pretend play and call her Alice and there may have been a single occasion where she actually asked me to change her name. Fabulous....either she hates her name or she is already going through an identity crisis. Thankfully, I NEVER overreact.....ever. So, Tim and I laugh it off and just continue watching them play.

Why Alice, you ask? I have no idea. She says she likes the name and she has referenced Alice in Wonderland. Okay, I get it....I like Alice in Wonderland....she's a cute little girl. But, how come whenever I hear the name Alice I envision an old lady in a blue maid outfit living in the Brady Bunch house?