Last night I decided to push through the pain of the gimpy leg (or Ms. Gimps as I've grown to fondly calling it) and trudged up the stairs to bathe my precious little ones...and besides after two days they were beginning to smell...well, shall I say, less than fresh! So I gather up the jammies and undies, run the water and plop them in the tub...together.

After a few minutes I can here Xander singing a song he learned at school:

On a bright and sunny day

When you see the little fishies in the deep blue sea

With their hands in their pockets and their hands in their pants

All the little fishes do the poochie doochie dance!

By this time I am nearly falling off the bed laughing. It was too dang cute.

My daughter, never one to be out done by her brother decides to improvise the little ditty. Now keep in mind that from a certain angle on my bed you can see what goes on in the tub via the bathroom mirror...my darling daughter obviously forgot. So, here is her version:

On a bright and sunny day

When you see the little fishies in the deep blue sea

With their hands in their pockets and their hands on their ass

All the fishies do the hoochie coochie dance.

Now, she sang this lovely tune standing up, slapping her little brown bottom the entire time and ended the song with some moves that would put a well-paid lap dancer to shame!

Ah, the joys of motherhood!

Later Taters,

Ney-Ney