I've taken to singing to the babe in the shower. I think my voice is less offensive in the tiled cavern that is our bathroom.
My great-aunt used to sing this to me when I was little. She'd make all the "putt putt" noises and whistles, even imitate the sound of the little baby fishie at the end of the song.
I also need somebody groovy, and love the Mamas and the Papas. By the way, Mama Cass did not choke on a sandwich and die.
Can't go wrong with Judy!
Another Auntie Mary tune. My poor kid is going to be about 70 years behind with music...I wouldn't want it any other way!
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
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