Spirit: (while repeatedly bopping Rogue on the head with a plastic shovel) Not the dada! Not the dada! Not the dada! Not the dada! Not the dada!
Rogue: (sounding irritated) Sweetheart, if you do that one more time, I will throw you across the palace.
(Two seconds later)
Spirit: Not the papa!!!!!!!! (Bops Rogue)
Rogue: (picks Spirit up) YEET! (Throws Spirit like a javelin)
Spirit: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! (Recovers and flies back to Rogue) Again, Not the dada, Again!
(That night)
Rogue: (while cradling Spirit) Wanna give Mommy a good night kiss?
Spirit: (while repeatedly squishing Rogue's melons) Not the dada! Not the dada! Not the dada!
Rogue: (puts Spirit into her crib) That is starting to irritate me.
(The next day)
Rogue: (while carrying Spirit) Alright, young lady, this ends today.
Spirit: What, Not the dada?
Rogue: THAT! I have had it up to, (flies up to the ceiling) Here with this "not the dada," Spirit. I am not Not the dada, I'm your mommy. And that's what you're gonna call me, kid.
Spirit: ...
Rogue: (frowns) I see. (Flies back down and puts Spirit on a play mat) Spirit, I would like you to say 'mom.'
Spirit: Mom?
Rogue: (smiles) That's right! Now say 'me.'
Spirit: Me.
Rogue: Mom,
Spirit: (confidently) Mom,
Rogue: Me.
Spirit: Me.
Rogue: (claps) Mommy.
Spirit: (happily) Mommy.
Rogue: (calls) Knuckie~
Spirit: Mommy!
Knuckles: (runs in) What's up, Babe?
Spirit: Mommy!
Rogue: (proudly) Look at what Spirit can do!
Spirit: Mommy! Mommy! (Sings) Mommy, Mom mommy. Not the dada!
Rogue: (facepalms)
