Yesterday, during dinner, my 5 year old started singing the following song:
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
Barney is my enemy.
Take a bazooka, stick it up his nose.
Pull the trigger, there he goes.
A, B, C, D, E, F, G,
Barney is my enemy.
Ha! Reminds me of one of my favorites from childhood:
Comet, it makes your teeth turn green.
Comet, it tastes like gasoline.
Comet, it makes you vomit!
So have some Comet and vomit today.
Good times, good times.
