What can I say, the kid's got game

I remember back in the day, when I was only two apples tall, I had the ability to spit up on maman or papa when they least expected it. This week, much to my amusement, Izzie proved that she was up to the challenge. Seriously, in the last few days she definitely had her mojo working. Consider this: papa had five dress shirts in the laundry when he left for the office this morning and only two were ever worn to work. Enough said. That girl is bottled lightning. I need to find out how to market her.