Slightly off note.

So I had to keep you engaged for a while on Sunday, and tried something new: nursery rhymes. The largest issue is that I don't know any nursery rhymes. Or I don't remember them. Only "If Your Happy and You Know It" was stuck in my cranium, primarily because your Auntie Sheelagh had been singing it to your cousin Ally.
Oh, and I can't sing. But we surfaced these hot hits and began kicking the jams, Pops-crooner style. I got buck wild with "Pat-a-cake, Pat-a-cake" and managed to parley that into a medley that included "My Bonnie Lies Over the Ocean." I don't even think that is a real nursery rhyme, but your mother seems to know it. Maybe its a European thing that got abandoned when America's forefathers were snatching Manhattan for a handful of beads.
At the end of the entire thing (I sang you at least 11 songs) you spit up. I understand the Times is looking for an additional music critic, precocious one.
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