Putting Mommy in her place

We got a new book at the library today. It's about a little boy playing with his daddy.

The whole time KK and I were reading it, she kept asking, "Where his mommy go?" I told her that I didn't know.

At the end of the book, the little boy and his daddy sneak up and scare the mommy, who is reading a book on the couch.

(Can I take a moment to dream? Mmmmmm... reading on the couch... a grown-up book... mmmmmm...)

Ahem.

KK asked, "What that mommy doing? Why she not cooking dinner?"

'Cause that's where we all belong, in the kitchen, making dinner. Sigh.