Here's what a dear friend wrote when I mentioned I'll be writing my Sophia a few lines:
Little Sophee
Floaty floaty
In her tummy
Like a bubble
In her bubble
Waiting to pop
Can you guess why I call her my dear friend?
If it weren't for the armrests on the chair, I'd be rolling and laughing uncontrollably on the floor, tears streaming down my face.
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