New mommy please!

On our way to Target tonight, Katelyn says out of the blue, "Mommy, I don't want you to be my mom. I want Mamma to be my mom."

"Okay", I say. "But why?"

"Because Mamma cooks better than you."

"What?!?! I cook all the time. Mamma doesn't cook anything for you."

"Yes, she does. She cooks my hot chocolate for me on the cooking thing (stove)."

That's it! I'm done cooking! lol