mom-Are you mommy’s girl?
No, i daddy’s girl. 
“I want Milka me”
Mom-“You just had Milka me”
“I know. I want more Milka me. Now!”
mom-Hey little miss.
“I not a miss, I Lydia Cox!”
mom-Lydia let’s go to the store.
No. I stay here.
Everett-Lydia is screaming like a banshee.
Lydia-screaming. I not a banshee.
Mom-we’re going to wild eggs for breakfast.
Lydia-ugh. Not again.