I was walking around the house, picking up various items and putting them away while the girls played in their room. As I walked by, I heard the distressed little voice of my eldest, "Don't! Don't put them in there. You know, you are cooking someone in there!"
Naturally, I had to stick my head in to see what was going on.
The youngest was diligently trying to put her My Little Ponies "to bed" in the play kitchen's microwave.
The altercation ended when Ely (the eldest) said, "Fine, go ahead and cook them! They're YOUR babies."
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