sophia PeeT i had a chicken puppet on my hand and she welcomed the students to the snow show. when i had them give their names and i came to 4 year-old sophia, she threw me a look like i had betrayed her by not knowing who she was. it woke me up to her memory when i taught her privately last year. her mother is a former model from spain. they live on a horse farm in new jersey. from that moment of recognition onwards, she became my shadow and even painted my face for the clown show later. on the snow we did some weird kind of ballet in the windy crud. she hugged me when she left and invited me to her birthday party in april. "you can do a show," she said. 121223 what's it to you? who go blather from