"She keeps active with it," Izzy reaffirmed, eyes widening earnestly. Did she ever. "It's always really cool to get to dress up and go to the big theater to see the shows when they open." She paused, head tilting as she considered it. "Well, when I'm allowed to go. Sometimes the 'subject matter' is too 'mature'." Whatever that meant, anyway. It was a musical for crying out loud, how bad could it possibly get?
"I don't know yet," she told her father, taking his inquiry seriously. "I like to sing a lot, and I'm learning to play the piano, and I dance. I do the plays and choir and stuff at school?" There had even been an occasion or two when she had been given the honor of a solo or two at holiday program, but she didn't mention that. "I don't think I'll ever be a professional at it, though. Not like Mama is."