Wendy: Let's play I'm the mommy, and you're the baby.
Mo: Ok. I'm the baby.
Wendy: I can't play with you right now, baby. I'm working on my computer. *gazes intently at pink princess computer*
Wendy: *type type type stab stab type*
Mo: Well, that's ok. I'll just play over here quietly and let you work for a while.
Wendy: Babies don't talk. *twist*
Mo: Listen, little girl blue, with the man on the moon, babies do talk, all the time-
Wendy: BABIES DON'T TALK!
(Since babies don't talk, I gotta get this off my chest to someone: I can't even argue with her on this! Wait, yes I can. It's not even like I'm being a bad mother doing fun things on the computer. My bad mothering is in relation to doing taxes and futilely applying to jobs. If you're wondering whether that makes the dull stabby feeling better, I'll tell you right now-it doesn't.)