Hush-a-bye baby. Lie still with Daddy.
Mommy has gone to the mill
to get some meal to bake a cake,
So please, my dear baby, lie still.
The other night, this rhyme spurred the following conversation:
Bean: Mommy, why does the baby want cake?
Me: I don't know. Babies don't usually eat cake.
Bean: Why not?
Me: Well, they usually just drink milk.
Bean: Why they not just eat Larabars?
Me: (stifling laugh) Babies don't have teeth.
Bean: (checks mouth) I have some teeth.
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