Monday, June 23, 2008

What Would George Carlin Say?

The daughter came home from camp today and sang us a couple little ditties while Skinny Kitty and I were washing up the dishes.

There once was a genie
with a 10-foot weenie,
He thought it was a snake
so he hit it with a rake,
and now it's 5-foot-4.


Yankee Doodle went to town
riding on a heater.
He cranked it up to 99
and burnt his little weiner.

Obviously, these came from those dirty little boys at her summer day camp, right? Oh no, dear reader. These came from the cousins, a girl and a boy, who are a tad older. To laugh or to cry? What is a parent to do? I could frown and punish and make a big deal out of it. Instead, I drug her into the office so she could recite them as I blogged.

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