Sophia doesn't let us down. Last night before bed for some reason, Soph asked Emily for some olives to put on her nightstand. Olives. Soph LOVES black olives. We get them on pizza for her on Wednesdays at Hungry Howies (Wacky Wednesday = 6.00 Large Pizza) and we have just now convinced her that the pizza taste as good as the olives do. Before that, the pizza looked like rats had gnawed on it because Soph had strategically removed all of the olives. WELL, Emily pulled one of those parent tricks that we all know and love and told Sophia that she could have some olives when she woke up.

Sophia woke up at 6:30. And she wanted olives. Bad. She had a colossal meltdown when I asked her to go back to her room for a little while. So I pulled myself out of bed and went downstairs and opened up a can of olives. She proceeded to eat.

Half a can. And then I took her back to her bedroom happy as a clam.