Apparently, Jacob and I need to brush up on the lyrics to lullabies:
Jacob: Rock a bye baby, in the treetop. When the wind blows, the cradle will flop.
Me: Hush little baby, don't say a word. Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird don't sing, Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring. And if that diamond ring don't . . . shine, Mama's gonna buy you a porcupine.
At least Marie doesn't seem to care that we're butchering the words to the classics.
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