Ok yea, a little late...

I don't have kids, know kids, or spend any time with kids, but I do have a story...

When I was really little, we went to a Catholic Church up in Ohio. In Mass right before Christmas, the priest asked all the little children to go to the front of the church to sing Happy Birthday to baby Jesus. My dutiful three year-old self trudged up to the front and began singing my heart out.

By the time I got to the final lines, I was really excited. "Happy birthday, dear Jesus. Happy birthday to youuuuu." Then in the ensuing silence is pipped up and said, "You look like a monkey, and smell like one toooooo."

Yup. I did that.