she will hear this story for the rest of her life

Prologue: This is a story about Sophie. She just turned 3. Sophie's a little hard to describe in one sentence, but we usually hear one of these two from other people who meet her. "She sure is independent." or "Wow, she's a girl who knows what she wants." I personally think the words "completely uninhibited" fit pretty well.

Setting: A summer evening at Brick Oven Pizza Restaurant (Provo, Utah) with 25 extended family members (Grandma, Grandpa, aunts, uncles, and cousins in attendance).


Synopsis: We had a fantastic dinner, and everyone was finishing up. It wasn't until our servers came out with desserts to celebrate the June birthdays in the family that we realized that Sophie wasn't at the table. She also wasn't under the table. Or at any of the nearby tables. Just as I started to panic a little, Sophie walked into the room holding all of her clothes, wearing nothing but her birthday suit. She walked over and calmly said, "Mom, my clothes are all messed up." Little Miss Independent had decided to go potty all by herself, but couldn't get her clothes back on. The poor server (who could barely be heard over the laughter) just said, "Well, um...we're going to sing Happy Birthday now."



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