My niece, 2 and a half years old, dressed up and otherwise known as "Snow White", just sang me a song.
It went like this:
Row the boat, row the boat, gently down the streeeeeeeeet.
Merry-the-merry-the-merry-the-merry like a spotted dream.
Then she shucked her snow white dress and magically transformed herself into "Possum the cat". Myra and I had to pet her and talk about what a good kitty cat she is.
Elvis Jr. is watching cartoons with a purple bruise around his chin where he sucked a cup onto his face for too long yesterday.
Kids are a trip.