I don't understand the problem here.

It was a lovely morning. I was in the kitchen trying to ready breakfast for my hungry brood. From the family room, I hear a voice calling my name.

Mama: Yes, Chase?

Chase: Mama, Can you fix this? I need new batteries, some chocolate milk, blueberry pancakes and stinky socks. (Insert more random mumbling that I zoned out on) Now, Mama?

Mama: Be patient please. I'm only one Mama.

Chase: But when I look through my bug glasses, you're six Mamas.

Mama: Still wouldn't be enough, kid.