Here's a song I've been singing to Tobit, during diaper changes, to the tune of "Dead Puppies."
Tobe's poopies
Tobe's poopies
Tobe's poopies aren't much fun.
Tobias poops in the hall
Tobias poops anywhere at all.
Tobe's poopies aren't much fun.
Tobias poops will only grow.
He poops high, and he poops low.
Tobe's poopies aren't much fun.
And so on. You get the idea.
Monday, September 15, 2008
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1 comments:
You've already been in Philly too long, you've spelled Dr. Demento's name as if he were Italian
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