23 September 2003 by Published in: Sophia No comments yet

On Sunday night Sophia was sitting on the couch playing with assorted stuffed animals, beanie babies and the favored lego penguin. I was sitting on the couch across from her doing not much of anything at all and very much enjoying it. Out of the blue, she set her animals down and said to me, “Ok, mama, I’m going to be right back.” She then proceeded to clamber down from the couch, walk into the kitchen, wait about two hearbeats, then turn around and come back into the living room, exclaiming “I came back!”

“I see that. You came right back, just like you said you would.”

She smiled, crawled back onto the couch and resumed where she’d left off. I can only assume this is a mimicking of our saying to her, so often, that we’re just going to another room for this or that and we’ll be right back.

Yesterday morning Sophia came into my bedroom as I was dressing. She climbed up on the bed.

“Mama,” she informed me,”Steve found a clue.”

A couple of moments while I register what she’s talking about. Oh yes, Blue’s Clues, I’m right there with you, child.

“Steve did find a clue, didn’t he?”

“Steve found a clue outside.”

“Did Sophia find a clue also?” I ask. I’m curious about her sense of participation in the program. She does talk to the tv some during Blue’s Clues, and I wonder if she feels that she too is actively finding the clues. In the past when I’ve asked her about Steve finding clues and where this happens she’s always told me impatiently that all this happens “on the teebee”.

“Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo,” she drawls with a sly grin, as if I’ve just made the funniest joke, “Sophia didn’t find a clue.”

Then, as if realizing the game potential in this exchange, she looks around the room and asks me, “Did Sergei find a clue?”

He’s sitting over by the window. I look over at him and say, “Noooooooooooooooooooooo, Sergei didn’t find a clue,” as if the idea of it were absurd.

She laughs. Looks over at the cat. “Did Oz-” pause, furrowed brow,”Rorschach,” she corrects herself,”find a clue?”

Completely charmed, I smile and say my part,”Nooooooooooooooooooo, Rorschach didn’t find a clue, silly billy.”

Giggles. Then, bright eyed, one more question, “Did Steve find a clue?”

“Yes!” I reply. “Steve found a clue!”


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