We’ve got a CD of instrumental lullabies that we play any time we take Andrew into his room for a wardrobe or diaper change. I don’t know the words to most of them, and even the ones I do are spotty. Case in point: I was mentally singing along to a classic tune, the title of which I don’t recall and don’t care enough about to go look up, and realized my lyrics were probably a deviation from the actual song:
…and if that looking glass gets broke
Papa’s gonna buy you an artichoke.