I don't know why, but I've had the show tune New York New York running through my head. So, for several days, I've been dancing around, baby on hip, boldly belting out the lyrics.
Habits like these are one of the many reasons I'm glad I work at home.
It is a rather catchy song, and my kids have picked it up. One of them (Billy, the good memorizer) has the lyrics down pat. But he's off on the melody.
Worse, Fritz listens more to him than to me, and he's not as good with memorizing, so he's hacking the lyrics and using Billy's tune.
They're driving me nuts. I spend half my time singing the song and the other half of my time trying to correct their singing of the song.
Peter has the melody down okay. It's great to see him with his huge grin and big eyes, striking a pose, arms overhead, and singing at the tops of his lungs:
"New Yuck, New Yuck!"
I'm not correcting him.