"Daddy, want to hear my new song? It's the Teapot Song!"
"Sure. Do you know the words?" She didn't, not really. Beth had given me the heads-up. But they'd been practicing, and...
"Oh yes," she replied. And began:
"I'm a little teapot, short and stout
Here is my handle, here is my spout
When I get all steamed up, hear me shout
Tip me over and eat me out!"
She bowed. "How was that, Daddy?"
"Great, honey. Let's work on that last line, shall we?"