This morning at 2am I laid my sweet little sleeping boy down in his crib for the second time. Then out of no where my delirous sleep deprived mind started with...
Three blind mice, three blind mice, she how they run, see how they run.
Then it occured to me. That is just not a nice song for little ones... it goes on
They all run after the farmers wife, she cut of their tails with a carving knife... three blind mice.
Huh. Just an observation.