File this one under ‘a close one.’
Improvisational rhyming in the house takes on a whole new level of caution once you become a parent.
Take, for instance, this ditty my wife and I were singing while our son sat on his little potty and ‘gave it a go’ recently…
ME: “We’re sittin’ on the potty, sittin’ on the potty…
HER: We’re gonna sit, sit, sit…
ME: Til’ we –
HER: (abruptly): Are done!
The Dorky Daddy 
Cute!