Melody: Not you, mommy. The baby giraffe is talking to its mommy.
Dixie: MOM! Eee!
Dixie: Not you! Cinderella's horse is talking to its mommy!
Melody and Dixie: MOMMMEEEEE!
Melody: Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy! Why aren't you answering me???
Mommy: What, me?
Melody: Of course! Who else would I be talking to?
Melody: What do you want to be when you grow up?
Dixie: A bigger Dixie.
That makes her either the least ambitious or most content person I've ever known.