The Singing Family

While driving Hot Rod to school, I hear Little Bit singing from the back seat:

What do you do with a scurvy pirate? What do you do with a scurvy pirate? *then in lower voice* Make him walk the plank.

Later, she asked me to help her wipe her bottom. Then, she asked again and again. So, I finally wrapped up the email I was writing and began singing *to the tune of Here Comes the Sun by George Harrison*
Here comes your mom. Here comes your mom, and I say it's alright. Little darlin' you've got a dirty little butt. Little darlin' it feels like years since it's been wiped. Here comes your mom. Here comes your mom and I say, it's alright.

She laughed and said she liked that song. Me? Not so much with my adapted lyrics.