Madeline: I'm the Mumma!
Me: Um, no. I'm the Mumma.
Madeline: No, I'm the Mumma, and Dada is the Dada.
Me: Then who am I?
Madeline: You're the grandma.
Me: (waking Madeline up in the morning.) You're such a pretty girl. Your nose is pretty, and your eyelashes are pretty, and your chin is pretty, and your mouth is pretty...
Madeline: (eyes still closed) And my BUM is pretty...(Evil Giggles)
(I come downstairs after getting dressed:)
Madeline: Mumma, WHAT are you wearing?!
Me: My clothes. Is that okay?
Madeline: It's just blue...
Me: So. What's wrong with blue?
Madeline: I only like pink shirts.
Madeline: *gasp* You went peepee on the potty, Mumma? Oh! Such a big girl!
Me: Thanks.
Madeline: Tell me the truth, Mumma.
Me: The truth about what?
Madeline: The truth about how I was a baby in your belly.
Me: You mean the story of how you were born?
Madeline: Yeah that one.
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