On the way home from preschool today, Maile and I had the following conversation:
Daddy: Maile, who is your daddy?
Maile: Matt.
(Dad note: not sure when this happened, but yes, she knows my name.)
Daddy: And who is your mommy?
Maile: (pause) My Mommy.
Daddy: My Mommy?
Maile: No! My Mommy.
Daddy: My Mommy?
Maile: (frustrated) No! Maile say “My Mommy”, Daddy say “Your Mommy”…
Daddy: Ahh… your mommy?
Maile: (pleased) Yes!
