The pooped-on song

How was it for you??

Coming back from the garage, which I deff wont bore you with, the girls sang the pooped-on song. It goes like this and is really very catchy:

“How do I know that you know that I just got pooped on, pooped on, pooped on?”
”How do I know that you know that I just got pooped on?”

And so on.

And on.

We sang it in harmonies all the way home (37.4 mins).

For reasons best known, in fact only known, to themselves, the girls have taken to calling Mr Monkey, my alpha-male black cat: Wet Baby. Mr M doesn’t recognise his new name so ignores them and bangs around regardless. I find it strange.