I was eating dinner with my friend, Andrew, at my sister’s house several years ago when my niece, Isabelle, was only three. She asked to be excused from the table (I have always been impressed by Isabelle’s table manners) and went to play in the living room, where we soon heard her having a conversation with her baby doll.
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