cat named pig

The other night at dinner, Matt was humming the chimney sweep song from Mary Poppins (the one that Dick Van Dyke sings in a Cockney accent that goes “Chim chiminey / Chim chiminey / Chim chim cher-ee / A sweep is as lucky / As lucky can be” and so forth). Matt started singing the words, and at one point sang “Me likes what me am and me likes what me do.” I laughed.

“Hon, it’s I likes, not me likes.“

Matt [defensive]: “Whatever; he’s English.” 

Me [still laughing]: “He’s not two.” 

Siena chimes in at this point, mimicking my tone perfectly: “Yeah, Daddy, he’s not two.” [Pause.] “He’s twenty-nine and ten pounds.”   

While I appreciated her taking my side, I was somewhat surprised to learn that Bert the Chimney Sweep is approximately my age, give or take ten pounds.