well excuse me...

Last night, while awaiting her turn in the bath,

Remi sang me a song she learned at school.

Very cute, really.

It went something like this:

I wish I had a little red box

to keep my mommy in.

I'd take her out and go

muah, muah, muah (kiss, kiss, kiss)

and put her back again.

I wish I had a little blue box

to keep my daddy in.

I'd take him out and go

squeeze, squeeze, squeeze (hug, hug, hug)

and put him back again.

I wish I had a little pink box

to keep my friends in.

I'd take them out and say

how da ya do?

and put them back again.

Cute right?

I guess as long as you're five.

Because when Remi was getting

tired and testy,

I started singing it.

To be cute.

And to make her smile.

Instead she says:

"You've got to stop.

You're making me crazy and you're getting on my nervous!"