Yesterday at Target (before things when south, before the running and the chasing and the time out) Sophie and I had a snack.

She was eating her pretzel and lemonade and I was questioning the wisdom of ordering a premade sandwich when suddenly, she got up from the table. I wasn’t alarmed, she didn’t go far. There’s a Starbucks in our Target, and she got up to stand in the line where you go to pick up drinks.

Sophie looked very confident and happy. A girl on a mission.

“Hey, what are you doing?” I asked.

“Ordering an iced mocha,” she replied nonchalantly.

“Oh. But you don’t have any money.”

In that moment, it occured to me that it’s very unusual for Sophie to be caught off guard. This is the girl with an answer to everything.

She turned bright red, smiled, and sheepishly returned to the table and sat back down.

Then we both cracked up.