Izzy: I’m going to grow big and tall, and then I can do the dishes!
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Wendy: what are you looking at?
Izzy: (gazing out the kitchen window) I’m thinking about the birds.
Wendy: What do you think about them?
Izzy: I think they’re happy.
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Izzy shouts: it’s time to wake up! Then proceeds to blow the vuvuzela.
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While playing in the tub, she babbles to herself and her toys: such a beautiful home, such a beautiful home. Mama daddy mama dada. Poo poo poo poo. Bye bye. hello hello. I got a tail. Mommy!