Sophia: hay
Me: hey what's up
Sophia: Dopsi just threw up on my bed... (A/N: Dopsi is her dog)
Me: that sucks
Sophia: yea
Sophia: *starts singing* the hurricane's chasing us all underground.
Me: that makes no sense.
Me: when there's a hurricane coming you don't go underground you get the hell out of there!
Sophia: *starts laughing hysterically*
Me: what are you doing?
Sophia: eating oatmeal.
Me: does it taste good?
Sophia: I usually don't like oatmeal but this batch turned out surprisingly tasty.
Sophia: AH ITS CAUGHT IN MY THROAT!
Me: then how are you talking?
Sophia: maaaaagggiiiicccccc!
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Sophia: I heard a really cool song today and bought it on my phone.
Me: cool can I hear it?
Sophia: sure *searches through phone*
Me:*waits patiently*
Me:*pretends to eat a sock*
Sophia: did you just...?
Me: don't judge.
Sophia: I'm not. I ate paper willingly up until 4th grade.
Me: I know you want to.
Sophia: ok moving on...
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Me: Good morning!
Sophia: I'm going back to sleep. Good night.
Me: Ok then...good night?
-half an hour later-
Sophia: Ok now good morning.
