I’m telling you, Sophie’s going to be our rebel child. I can see it now. Playing hooky to skydive out of airplanes. Or to go parachuting. Or to practice platform diving. Or to go spelunking.
She’s a thrill-seeker. Where she gets that from, I have no idea. I mean, I used to love crazy rollercoasters. But now that I’m hitting 40, merry-go-rounds make me nauseous. My husband is even worse than I am. He can’t watch IMAX films without feeling as though he’s going to puke. And Chloe is simply not a risk-taker.
But Sophie is different. She’s not from this world. It’s the hair. It’s got to be that hair. Somewhere hiding in those curls is an alter-ego, a mini-Sophie gently coaxing her to the dark side.