No, not Ma ta ta head.
Ma TAY ta Head.
As in Potato Head.
While prepping the garage for the dog, I found a container of Potato Heads of all sizes with all kinds of arms, lips, and noses. Oh the fun. Tonight, we declared it Potato Head clean up, as the Potato Head family had scattered themselves and their various body parts all over the house over the past two nights. And somewhere between then and bath time (now)....Matata Head became Kale's way of saying Potato Head.
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