Rule #7: No sleep 'till Richmond (subsection a)

The original Rule #7 was a post that happened quite a while ago. This week I had a similar instance. Also quite hilarious.

Jo and I have been going to Mummy and Me swimming class for the last two weeks (check that off the summer to-do list! Yeah!)

If Jo had her way, this is all she would do for class. 

There's a lot of singing involved in the class. And crying babies. And it forced me to learn about swim diapers. And buy a second swim suit (for Jo - I'm still getting by on the suits I bought for Duck in 2010. At least I think it was 2010....). It's been a good couple of weeks. I have the best tan I've had since my summer as a camp counselor - don't get me wrong, I"m still pretty pasty compared to most.

Back to class and the singing. So, there's a song for everything - we do a washing machine song, we sing a modified version of "Ring-a-rosies," we also sing the wheels on the bus (am I the only one who sings that the wheel on the bus go all day long, not all through the town?) etc. Then there was a song I just couldn't figure out. For some reason they were singing about an Indian. I was lost. So for almost two weeks I am listening to this song (I didn't sing it - I was so perturbed by it) thinking to myself "Are we really singing about a 'red Injin'? This sounds so bad. ..." I couldn't for the life of me figure out what this Native American or inhabitant of India had to do with swimming, or why they were calling them a "red injin" with such a twang. Now, one of the side effects of class is that I am constantly singing the songs in my head (Who wouldn't be?). Yesterday as I was showering (where all great revelation strikes, I might add) the "Red Injin" song popped back into my head.
And lightning struck.
"Chugg, chugg went the little red ENGINE."

I am dying.

P.S. How can I brainwash Jo into saying "Mummy" instead of "Mommy"? Would that be confusing for her?