Mother: Your room is a disaster.
Child: I'm doing something right now.
Mother: You need to do something about your room right now.
Child: UGH!
Mother: Right. Now.
Child: (singing) Some day!
I'll be!
Living in a big ole city!
And all you're ever gonna be is mean!
Mother: (singing) That day!
I'll be!
Renting out your big ole bedroom!
And all it's ever gonna be is clean!
Child: Mom!
Mother: (singing) But to-day!
You'll be!
Sweeping with a big old push broom!
And I'll be making me a cup of tea!
Child: MOM! STOP!
5 comments:
You are my hero!
I'm so doing this to my daughter.
Thank you Yoda. You are a wise master.
I admire you from the bottom of my high heeled boots for having both the wit and the energy to think up lyrics in response.
This is week 1 of "oh look, I just turned back in to a home educator after a second foray into the Italian state system made the first look like a walk in the park with free toffee apples" and .... I'm not sure I can manage much more than muttering "Right am go find black bin bags for Purposes of Pokemon Armaggedon" at the moment.
Would you like a free 11yo boy? Will pay the postage from Italy.
I am super impressed at your ability to come up with that on the spot!
Kate, all my years in Improv Comedy sometimes serve me well. :-)
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