Me: What does it mean "to prove" the dough? Laura: That's when you get the dough to rise. Thalia: Poo. Laura: Not "poo." It's "prove." Thalia: Poo. Me: (chuckling harder than necessary for a man my age at my toddler's unintended potty humor...)
Thalia calls Laura "Mama." She calls Sophia "Ee-ah." And she calls me "Mamadada." I correct her every time. "Do I look like your mama, child!" She laughs then says "Dada" ad nauseam for no reason in particular...