Sophy and the Great Fire Dryer.

I'm going to write a children's book one day, and the heroine of the book will be a little girl who tackles all sorts of 5 year old adventures like unruly brothers and animal taming. Even the most mundane activities become worthy causes when Sophy is involved. Her labels and descriptions for things are far better than any we use in our daily doings. Tonight, she randomly called our hair dryer the "fire dryer." She was cold and shivering after her bath, wet hair and goosebumps. As we slipped on her pink flannel gown she chattered, "Quick, Mom! Get the Fire Dryer!" All of a sudden, we were girlie heroes...stamping out Cold and Evil. Fighting the Battle of the Wet Head. Eradicating Damp and Chill with...(trumpets and fanfare) THE FIRE DRYER.

I'm serious about that book. I would especially like to chronicle Sophy's fight to bring snow to the East Texas region in the form of a roll of toilet paper pinched into thousands of tiny snowflakes and carried around the house in a Halloween pumpkin. Waiting. Waiting for just the perfect moment when one needs to feel 'winter' the most, at which time the bucket is ceremoniously tossed into the oncoming path of said winter needer. Somewhere along the way, Sophy would demonstrate her medicine woman skills. Move over Dr. Quinn. You've been replaced by a 5 year old with a box of Curious George bandaids. That handy innovation is used regurlarly for everything from mommy's headaches to attaching princess painties to the back of her Barbie for any future predicament that would require Barbie to parachute behind enemy lines (those usually being in the aforementioned unruly brother's room.)
Not to be forgotten, the wild animal rescue that began with Sophy leading the charge to free a ruby encrusted unicorn from the bowels of it's captor's fortress (Barnes and Noble.) Buying Uni's freedom with every coin of spare change in her red, polka dotted purse while she proclaimed to the waiting store patrons upon her triumphant exit, "She's FREE! She's FREE! She's not in jail anymore!" While, I kid you not, her victory line of patrons applauded and cheered. At least this time she had the forethought to grab her piggie money ahead of time, so Ruby's freedom was acquired through the correct legal channels. We once encountered a stuffed snail that begged for his freedom as well and made his way as illegal contraband stuffed under the little freedom fighter's rainbow striped poncho. (Not to worry. Greater powers were at work that caused the return of the swiped snail to it's legal place in the consumer market.)
That's Sophy. Saving the world. One captured unicorn at a time.