Mama: Oh, my Isabel, you are growing up.
Me: Yes. I grow up. I be pres'ent.
Mama: Yes, you can be the President when you grow up. What will you do?
Me: Um.... I don't 'member?
Mama: Will you run the country?
Me: Ye-es.
Mama: Will you meet with other Presidents?
Me: Ye-es.
Mama: Will you live in the White House?
Me: Yes! And the pink one, and the blue one, and the yellow one.
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