Firstborn:
She’s a silly Sally, silly Sally, silly Sally
She’s a sweetie kitty, sweetie kitty, sweetie kitty
(On repeat. Usually for long enough for her to have lost and then regained interest in whatever I was doing while singing.)
Wild child:
MISTAAAAAR… boycat…
MISTAAAAAR… boycat…
HE’S MYYYYY… baby…
HE’S MYYYYY… boycat…
(Usually when he enters the room. Still has mixed success in distracting him from choosing violence…)










I love them.