My sister's kids are potty mouths

I hung out at Jenny's this weekend and she asked me to feed Ethan a carton of yogurt. He took exception to the idea of me feeding him and started freaking out and hitting the spoon out of my hand. Also, he called me a ho. Not verbally, because he's not that advanced yet, but look at that face. He totally meant it. That wasn't even the ugliest one he made. Kid did not like me that day. So I relinquished the carton and watched him make a big, huge enormous mess of himself.

It wasn't until I started singing that "Wind the Bobbin up" song that I got a smile out of him. It's a nursery tune I picked up in England and it goes over really well with the kiddies. Turns out there's a demand here in America for songs about little mill worker sweatshop children.