Mama, I get so much loving from you.
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Izzy just woke and started rambling: how can I walk like a t-rex? I don’t want to eat a bush. Bear claws are bad for your health. Let’s get up now! You’re not getting up! You’re texting!
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I: where’s my cupcake?
W: where are your manners?
I: in my throat.
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I: I’m not happy.
W: Why not?
I: I’m going to be cranky tomorrow.
W: Thanks for the warning.
20 minutes later, she barfed. And barfed. And barfed. After a nice warm bath, a thorough toothbrushing and clean PJs…
I: I feel so much better now. I’m back to normal!