reawwy?

outside with little Isabelle, she asks me "who came first, you or your mom?" spontaneously adding, "I rode in a limo once."  she tells me about a wedding she went to where there was no cake, then tells me about her mom's wedding, when she was still in the belly.  she tells me there was cake there, though she didn't get to eat any.  Isabelle asks "who is the first person in Winston-Salem?" then clarifies, "who was born first?" a question I can't answer.  she's fresh back from a trip to California to see her cousin.  she claims she's going back in ten days.  "one of my best friends just moved there," I tell her.  "reawwy?" she asks, "can I speak wif her?"