As I was getting dressed, I called down the hall to Maia, who was playing in her crib:
Me: "Hey Maia, did you drop a deuce?"
Maia: "Ummm . . . yes Ma'am!"
As we were changing said deuce:
Maia: "I need to get a new Mama."
Me: "Why do you need a new Mama?"
Maia: "My Mama is broken, and I need a new one."
Hm.
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