Dear Isabella,
We've had some pretty intense conversations lately. Here's a little sample:
Yesterday we were on our way to Angel's vet appointment. I asked if Angel should drive, and you got really upset and explained that she couldn't drive because .... she didn't have hands or arms.
Today I received a note from your teacher, Ms. Sue, stating that you were putting rocks in your mouth on the playground. We talked about why this was a bad idea. You finally decided that you didn't want to eat rocks and end up in the hospital (like Madeleine). Madeleine is your current favorite book.
Speaking of Madeleine, as we read it for the tenth time this week, you asked me if I would take you there. (There is Paris.) I told you that I would, but that we needed to save our money because Paris is very expensive. We will go to Paris, Isabella. I promise.
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