I was woken this morning by the sound of singing from the room next door (shared by son and youngest daughter). How sweet, I thought. Bless them!, I thought. What lovely little children I've got.
Then I went in to their room and heard:
Jingle bells, Batman smells, Robin flew away
Uncle Billy lost his willy on the motorway...
..with accompanying guffaws of laughter.
Youngest daughter is delighted. Her first rude song! It has been sung ad infinitum ever since. At breakfast, on the way to school, and all through this morning's playgroup session apparently. Like poor old Uncle Billy, I'm now starting to lose the will to live.
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