
Izzi has a thing for pickles these days. She runs to the fridge and begs for the salty treat. When asked if she wants it sliced or whole, she always responds, "Whole please."
Clearly, it is a love-hate relationship. She's always astonished first, and then settles back into enjoyment.
"More please."
Ahhh, not today.
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