Izzy is so creative. Or insane.

Life will be so much more boring when Izzy is really talking. Just now he stood up in his high chair, where he can see the TV. Diego Saves The Day is on, and he's trying to save a mommy sloth and her babies. Izzy looks at me in distress and says, "Mama! Baby!"

"It's okay," I tell him. "Diego will save them."

He looks back at the screen for a minute or two, then stamps his feet happily twice and says, "Yo-yo!" Then he looks at me, smiles and says, "Meow."

Yet another entry in my surreal life.