Broken

This afternoon I was holding Oliver up to a mirror to get him to interact with himself.  It's very cute when he does.  While trying to get his reactions, Maycee drug a chair over next to us and climbed up.

Maycee: Mom, Oliver is a boring baby.  We should get a new one.

Me: Oh he is, huh?

Maycee: Yeah, He's broken.  We should get a new baby....and a new Mommy.

Me: Well, what kind should we get?

Maycee: Hhmmmm.  An orange one!