Marigold: Oh sweetie, I think you’re mistaken. I’m not your mother.

Cumulus: Yes you are! The winged lady told me so.

Marigold: The winged lady?

Cumulus: Well, she used to be my mommy but you are now!

Marigold: I’m a little confused, dearie.

Cumulus: I was too, but I let the lady do the talking.