I tried to do the lucky frog post yesterday, I really did, but I forgot to
Desperate, I actually considered posting about toilet paper - seriously, I was mentally composing all about whether free end over or free end under really mattered and somewhere deep down there was this terrible sadness that I was already reduced to a toilet paper post (not that toilet paper style is not a deeply meaningful topic mind, just it should be saved for a real emergency, don't you think?)
However! Last night Child 2 came to the rescue and so I give you - the genuine transcript of our family discussion. Added benefit - you may all now be deeply grateful you don't live in our house.
Child 2 (doing dishes): There aren't enough songs about kitchen things.
Me: Such as?
Child 2: Like, "The Soft Side of the Sponge"
Me: Sounds like a hit for Tinkerbell and the Sacreligious Cats* *singing* ooooooh, baby, you sooth me like the soooooft side of the spoooooonge*
Child 2: *Rifs a spectacular and surprisingly musical interlude*
Several minutes pass, conversation moves on. I take a swipe at Child 2's nose.
Me: Sorry, it's just your nose was shiny so I was un-shinying it for you. Or I could buff up your forehead instead!
I lovingly polish Child 2's forehead with my very-nearly-clean sweatshirt cuff.
Child 2, looking me soulfully in the eyes: *sings* Santa Baby, won't you bring me my potato masher toniiiiiiight?
Child 2 claims the full lyrics are available for the interested customer.
*This splendid rock band name was, as described in an earlier comment, dreamt of by Child 1 and has joined our family lore along with Sparkle Princess Fairy Head as the best ever name for just about anything (has been suggested but inexplicably rejected for a stuffed shark and a soccer team. Some people have no vision).