The girls are playing with their dolls. They have been for hours, dressing and undressing them, feeding them, nursing them, pottying them, etc. A while ago I heard Alex say to Gregorie, "Hey! You wanna get married? Let's get married!" Then just now I heard this exchange:
A: Papa, come here and help with dinner. It's time for our babies to eat dinner.
G: I'm not Papa.
A: Yes, you are. We got married and you are the papa. I am the mama.
G: I'm not a papa! I'm a WEGGIE!