Is when babies cry. Isabelle is crying right now and it makes everyone sad. But she has gotten over it and now she is playing with Grandpa's (my dad) guitar while he is playing with it. Now she is distracted by Henry's chapstick that tastes like mint. She is now wriggling out of Henry's loving grasp to run over to Jay, as she continues to lick the chapstick off her lips. Her mom, Allison, sits on the couch and reads my dad's drafted novel. Izzy goes to bother her and kisses mommy with her minty lips. She's running towards me now and wants to leave a message : nhgrD'HORg8o42eb; love Izzy.