Sophie takes on Manhattan!

Ok, well, Yonkers, but close enough. A recent trip to the NY area provided Sophie the prime opportunity to converse with her lovely cousin Myla. Myla may share Sophie's dream of stardom, and someday they may be performing on Broadway together. For now, they're keeping their performances on the DL and limiting them to the grandparents house. Here's their very keen interpretation of "You looking at me kid?" in three acts:

I: Myla checks out this new found creature in her habitat with notable suspicion (and rightly so, I mean, c'mon, Soph's hair was all kinds of wild)

II: Scooter accident. Sophie likely to blame.

III: LOVE! Glorious cousin love!

Heeeeeeere's Sophie!

A whopping nineteen months, Sophie is wacky and wonderful and wonderfully wacky. No longer content to follow mom and dad's lead, she follows the Ms. Independent label like it's her job (which would be kind of cool, because then we could quit our day jobs to manage Ms. Independent's likely to be lucrative career, but wait, she's Ms. Independent, so she doesn't need any hanger on managers. Damn). Wait, say what?

Without further adieu....Sophie Kiran Cornfeld Vijayan. To her peeps, she's just Sophie. Or Soph. Or the Sophster. Or Missy Moodles. Or Miss Moo Moo. Or pumpkin. Or don't even think of climbing up there little missy.

You get the idea...