"Thing, Mommy!"

And "thing" I do, every single night during teeth brushing time:

When you wake up in the morning, and it's quarter to 1
And you want to have a little fun
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch

When you wake up in the morning, and it's quarter to 2
And you want to find somethin' to do
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch

When you wake up in the morning, and it's quarter to 3
And your mind starts hummin' fiddle-dee-dee
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch

When you wake up in the morning, and it's quarter to 4
And you think you hear a knock on the door
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch

When you wake up in the morning, and it's quarter to 5
And you just can't wait to come alive
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch
You brush your teeth
Chh-ch-ch-ch, ch-ch, ch-ch-ch

Thank you, Raffi. I am at once mind-numbingly sick, tired, bored and loathsome of this song AND eternally gratefully for its silliness, which for me is going on 10 years of coaxing wee ones into healthy dental hygiene habits.

Every night, Tallulah takes position, standing with her back to me, leaning back into my lap, with her head tilted, her mouth open, and says: "THING, MOMMY."

I wonder how many times I have thung that song. Best I never know.

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