Dameon: (holding Henry and whistling, trying to get him to calm down) Oh, you don't like that song? I guess I won't whistle "Camptown Races" anymore.
Lindsay: (thinking his version of that tune was just much too "all over the place" for Henry to enjoy) Babe, why don't you try "Yankee Doodle"? He likes that one.
Dameon: Okay. (and launches into this crazy trilled-out version of some sort of theme of "Yankee Doodle". Henry = still fussing.)
Lindsay: No, no. The kids' version of "Yankee Doodle".
Dameon: There is no kids' version. That's "Yankee Doodle".
Lindsay: No, just do the basic "Yankee Doodle went to town..." You know.
Dameon: Oh, you mean the trio?
(Yes, I am married to a band director.)
Dameon: Okay. (sings) "Yankee Doodle went to London riding on a hmmm-hmmm. Doot do doot do dee dat dat doo" Wait...what are the words?
Lindsay: (sings the correct words and then says) Do you know nursery rhymes and stuff? Because we'll need to teach them to Henry.
Dameon: Yeah, of course I do. Hickory Dickory Dock, the mouse ran up the clock. Okay, what's the rest?
Lindsay: The clock struck one...
Dameon: Yeah, I don't know that.
Lindsay: Okay, try this one: Pussy Cat, Pussy Cat, where have you been...
Dameon: I've never heard that one.
Lindsay: What?! Didn't you learn these as a child?
Dameon: Yeah, I think so. Hey Diddle, diddle the cat...(he trails off) Well, we will have to get him a book of Nursery Rhymes. You know, like those Old Mother Hen ones.
Lindsay: Huh? You mean Mother Goose?
Dameon: Yeah, Old Mother Goose.
Lindsay: There's no "Old". It's just Mother Goose.
... looks like I'll be the one in charge of the nursery rhyme teaching around here :)