While wearing a tutu, Izzy: look! I’m dancing on my tip toes.
Wendy: That is a nice dance.
Izzy: shhh! You’re at the Nutcracker.
Can I grow little and taste your boobies [nurse] again?
As I was putting Izzy to bed for the night, she said, “let’s think about Popsicles.”
Izzy to Potato Head as she is dismantling him: You can’t stay here. It’s clean up time. Sorry. (sorry was stated in a slightly sarcastic tone.)
While at a preschool interview…
Teacher: What’s your name?
Izzy: Isadora. It’s written on my back. (I had no idea she realized I put a name tag on her back)
After waking up from a bad dream: I saw your head falling down. It’s falling down, mama. It’s falling down! (this one made me cry a little. It took several minutes to soothe her and convince her that my head was okay.)
