"Sophie, Sophie, Sophie!"

Apparently, that three-time Sophie utterance, accompanied by a deep sigh and a falling cadence, was made by her class teacher. I can guess what she was thinking about my little Princess at the time. Sophie is a one-off, a drama queen, a delightful chatterbox, bright as a button and seriously pretty with it.
Anyway, here is a picture of Sophie deep into reading Immanuel Kant's Critique of Pure Reason, or something similar. Well, no, but you can bet it wasn't Milly Molly Mandy - she's too far on for that kids' stuff.
I love her to bits and I try hard not to be envious of that amazing hair. All I have left is a fringe round the bald patch, which, according to Sophie, is used by small insects as a skating rink.