“But she’s my mommy! She’s mine!”

Your daughter yells at Vince. “No, she’s mine! She’s my wife!”

He argued, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind, and resting his chin on your shoulder. “Well… I was in her tummy!!”

She says, smiling victoriously. “Yeah, and I was the one that got you there.”

Your daughter just stayed silent, her eyes wide.