Who will be my role model, now that my role model is an idiot?
One of my most important job as a father, in addition to spouting terrible dad jokes, is screwing up the words to songs my daughter likes. It’s all part of a broader duty to be a giant goof for the sake of my kid’s amusement, and I think I’m off to a good start, if I do say so myself.
It’s not a very big job at the moment, because my daughter doesn’t know that many words, let alone that many songs. At the moment, in fact, I’ve only got one song that I screw up deliberately on a regular basis, and in these early days, it’s mainly for my own amusement.
I’m sure you’ve already guessed which song it is, but I’m not going to name it. I don’t want this post to end up in anyone’s search results for the words to that song, because I don’t want to ruin it for anyone who enjoys it. In fact, if you’re one of those people, I encourage you to stop reading now.
Still with me? If so, then I applaud your courage, and I apologize in advance for being the reason you’ll sing “there were incidents and accidents, there were hints and alligators” in your head whenever you hear that song from now until the day you die.
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