"I am not your mom. Wrigley ate your mom."

I am hoping I can find a picture to upload to enhance this wrigley/mackenzie interaction. Mackenzie has recently fallen in love with Barbies and plays with them frequently. Alas, this means that there are often Barbie's laying around our house. And this leaves plenty of opportunity for a certain orally fixated dog to engage in some munching on Barbie. Therefore, we have an overly abundant population of "special need" Barbie's in our car. Barbie's that are missing one or both arms and/or legs. And every time another Barbie suffers a major catastrophe, they are mourned by a certain little girl. Loss of the one and only Ken doll - aka her boyfriend, "Justin Beaver" warranted crying ourselves to sleep one night. However, all Barbies are still loved and played with around here and therefore lead to overhearing the sound byte conversation of one Barbie to another: "hi mom!" "I am not your mom - Wrigley ate your mom. I am your aunt."