A few mornings ago I came down to the kitchen with the boys already getting their frozen waffles ready. My youngest son sings a lot. Well, he talks a lot too. But this morning he was singing, to the tune of Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard.
In case you need a refresher here is a link to the video and song on YouTube.
He changed the words though, to "She's hot, sticky and sweet, from her hair, to her dress," and was belting it out complete with air guitar. That's odd, I thought, as I rounded the corner.
Then I saw that he was singing to Mrs. Butterworth.
OK don't give me a hard time about this people, we're in a recession and so we take drastic measures: substituting Mrs. Butterworth for the real stuff once in a while.