At the supermarket

My baby girl (20 mounts now): Mamaaaaa
Baby girl: Mamaaaaaa
Baby girl: Mamaaaaaa
Sheema: You don't have to sing it so loud, love. I am standing right here.
Baby girl singing on top of her lungs: Mamaaaaa... Mamaaaaaa
Sheema singing the rest from Bohemian Rhapsody: Mama, ooh, didn't mean to make you cry if I'm not back again this time tomorrow.
Baby girl: Carry... carry... Mamaaaaaa (Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.)
Baby girl: Mamaaaa
Sheema: Bayad kharidam bekonim (We have to do some shopping too!)
Baby girl: Mamaaaa
Hubby: Which cheese did we buy her last week?
Hubby: Was it this one or that one?
Hubby: I buy two of these.
Hubby: Is this ok?
Hubby: Why don't you answer me?
Baby girl: Mamaaaa... oohooooo... Cary... Cary... Mamaaaa...
Sheema: Now I know why my dad only hears us at selective times.