Sophie runs out of living room and then back, carrying an armload of Izzy's clothes. She puts them up on the couch, climbs up, and leans back.
Me: What are doing?
Sophie: [Bursts out laughing. I just keep looking at her.]
Sophie, holding up a pair of swim trunks: Ishee?
Me: I know that's Izzy's, but what are you doing with it?
Sophie: [More mad laughter.]