My New Theme Song

Enter Ms. Hannigan (aka Carol Burnett):

Little girls

Little girls

Everywhere I turn I can see them

Little girls

Little girls

Night and dayI eat, sleep and breathe them

I'm an ordinary woman

With feelings

I'd like a man to nibble on my ear

But I'll admit no man has bit

So how come I'm the mother of the year?

Little cheeks

Little teeth

Everything around me is little

If I wring Little necks

Surely I will get an acquittal

Some women are dripping with diamonds

Some women are dripping with pearls

Lucky me!

Lucky me!

Look at what I'm dripping with

Little girls

How I hate

Little shoes

Little socks

And each little bloomer

I'd have cracked

Years ago

If it weren't for my

Sense of humor

Some day I'll step on their freckles

Some night I'll straighten their curls

Send a flood

Send the flu

Anything that You can do

To little girls

Some day I'll land in the nut house

With all the nuts and the squirrels

There I'll stay

Until the prohibition of Little girls.

Now, obviously, all the words are not accurate for my particular situation--I have been "bitten"--HA!