Izzyisms 24

On November 7, 2011, in Uncategorized, by Wendy

When you are three years old, you do not have to worry about yourself to die. When you are old and a half, you do need to worry about yourself to die.

Wendy: Can I hold your hand?
Izzy: No but I still love you.


Izzy picked my bra up off the floor and said: Can I wear your booby shoes?


Izzy: I am Santa Claus. Here is your present. (she handed me a plastic pillow puff from a box that we just received in the mail.)
Wendy: But Santa, I asked for a pony
Izzy: Whoops! Too bad!


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