Firstborn:
She's a silly Sally, silly Sally, silly Sally
She's a sweetie kitty, sweetie kitty, sweetie kitty
(On repeat. Usually for long enough for her to have lost and then regained interest in whatever I was doing while singing.)
Wild child:
MISTAAAAAR... boycat...
MISTAAAAAR... boycat...
HE'S MYYYYY... baby...
HE'S MYYYYY... boycat...
(Usually when he enters the room. Still has mixed success in distracting him from choosing violence...)
I love them.