Monday, May 19, 2008
Emma's favorite joke
She'll sing a sweet song...

Rock-a-bye baby, on the tree top.
When the wind blows the cradle will rock.
When the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And down will come baby, peanut butter and all.

Insert any nonsensical word you can think of in place of peanut butter and you get the idea. It's our duty to laugh convincingly.