J. J. Hardy

Thing Two (to the tune of "Luke and Leia" from Star Wars (think Luke staring at the two suns)): Jay Jay Jay Jay Jaaaaaaay Jay. Jay Jay Ha-a-a-a-a-ar-deeeeee. J. J. Haaaaar-deee Har- dee Har-ar-ar-deeeeeee. Har-ar-ar-ar-aaaaaaar-Har-ar-ar-ar-ar-deeeeee.

Baa Baa Byack Sheep

Thing Two: Baa, Baa byack sheep have you any wool? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Three bags full. One for my master and one for my Dane and one for my me and one for my little boy who lives down the lane. Baa, baa, baa, baa-- byack sheep have you any wool? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Three bags full.

Rock-a-bye, Bubba

Thing Two (softly singing, while lying in bed at bedtime):
Rock-a-bye, Bubba. It time to go to sleep.
Rock-a-bye, Bubba. It time for sleep now.
Rock-a-bye, little Bubba. It time for you to shut your mouth.
Rock-a-bye, little Bubba. It time for you to sleep.
(little rock-out, jam session here) Go to sleep! Go to sleep! It bed time!
(and softly again) Rock-a-bye, little Bubba. It time to go to sleep.

From the archives ...

Conversation the morning of May 7, while I was at school and after Thing One had just gotten up,
Thing One: I tell Mommy my school is in Oklahoma, so she'll sing that silly song. (indeed, she does sing a showtune whenever the state is mentioned)
Dapper Dad: DON'T do that. We're trying to cut down on Mommy's silly songs.
Thing One: You don't like silly songs?
Dapper Dad: Not really.
Thing One: Do all mommies sing silly songs?
Dapper Dad: No, just your mommy.
Thing One: Why just my mommy?
Dapper Dad: I guess she's just special that way.
Thing One: Why don't you like special things?
Dapper Dad: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ... Go to bed.