Silly song

I. and I, on the way to eat Japanese (she reads now over my shoulder, oh! the danger, my child can now read... I better make sure she doesn't find this!) are in the car, talking about her day. She says, "Can I sing you a song?" I assent.

"My mother gave me a nickel, my father gave me a dime
my sister gave me a boyfriend, we named him Frankenstein.

He made me wash the dishes, he made me wash the floor,
he made me wash his underpants, so I kicked him out the door!"

Ahem. Childhood wonder of wonders, this is just another model of the incipient feminism... well, at least someone in this family isn't utterly submissive :)