Life's a game, just play along

As part of a montessori activity we did a while back with Amy, she got to identify the right terms for the male and female of a few common animals. For example lion, lioness and cub. So at the moment, she's going through this phase where she calls family members animal names, and of course she's the baby of the animal. After reading Bambi the other day, she announced that she's now baby fawn, so mama doe and daddy buck MUST call her baby fawn for the rest of the day. No I'm not Amy, I'm Baby Fawn. So we try hard to remember our new titles..... Now along comes my dad, and he's greeted with a very enthusiastic, 'hello Baba dog!' . His face darkens a little and he ignores the comment. Then he tells me, 'you better tell her its not right to talk like this.'
Then she calls out to her dad, 'Come in daddy pig, mama sow says its time for dinner!'. Hmmm. Daddy pig not liking this one.
So tonight as Mama Dragon put Baby Dragon to bed, she thought about 'correcting' Baby Dragon, but then thought, nahh, this is tooo much fun!!! The cross-cultural linguistic mish mash in the face of very innocent learning was just too hilarious to put a stop to. what say you?