Apparently there's one for each of us. The following scene took place recently.
Kitchen. Noon. Mary comes home from work.
Ben : (squealing) "mamamama downdowndowndown mamama."
JB: "Are you excited to have your mommy home?"
Max: "No, she's my mommy. Benny goes with daddy."
Me: "I'm his mommy too. And daddy is your daddy, too."
Max: "No, he's not my daddy."
Me: "Who's your daddy?"
Me, five minutes later and still chuckling: "Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?"
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