Quick tangent: I've always been amazed by Sophia, she does her best when she's been prepped and included for a situation. When she was a baby I knew it was good to talk to infants but seriously what do you say--so I began a habit of explaining her day, what we were going to do, she'd smile and coo. Now she'll ask questions, chirp encouragement, but the best part is that she does her best to do everything we discuss.
After entertaining herself for over a half an hour while mommy shopped. (This girl likes to be scared--she found a book that had skeletons on it and desperately wanted to read it-she didn't make it through it.) She'd read about four books in no particular order, played a little piano, and gotten about 14 drinks of water from the fountain before laying down on the floor in the religious aisle and counted little saints. Next thing we knew this smiling maternal woman was hovering over us (I was on my knees looking at a book.)
"I have to thank you, you've given me hope for the next generation of parents. You're daughter has been marvelous. No crying, no arguing, no whining. It's so refreshing."
What'd I tell you? Angels. . . both of them.