As I was putting Izzy to bed, I told her that I was going to going to take some allergy medicine, and that I would come back in a few minutes and check on her. She said, “don’t worry about me. I’m okay. Come back and let me know when you’re feeling better.”
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I love you. You are my best mama.
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Te amo, raspberries.
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While playing sound clips of mandarin phrases from the Internet, Izzy says: that’s not my Chinese. That’s your Chinese.
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