Friday, January 27, 2012

Bootlegger's Ballad

Every night, the loving Father sings the same song to the middle bit and the little bit as he tucks them into bed.  It is precious.  And they love it.

A few days ago, Minnie, our little bit, decided that there was a problem with the song choice.  She explained to me that because it was a bedtime song, that was sung "at nighttime Mom, duh" that we should change the words.  Confident that this was just a stalling tactic, I kissed her head, told her, "Yes Dear.  I'm sure you're right.  We'll figure it out tomorrow," and shut off the light.

She apparently took some time to rethink the song's lyrics and this is her new version.



    I do like the "oooh" at the end.

  2. I have felt exactly the same way about moonshine. Now if she comes up with a good song about bathtub gin or wine that never knew a grape, we should talk...
    Loving you all