Night Music

Sung from the other room, where Iain is not in bed and not sleeping and not being quiet, in a growling tone:

"Ice cream pie, ice cream pie."
"Banana pie, banana pie."
"Alligator pie!"

Uh, ok.

Two minutes later:

"I Pooooooped! I POOOOOOPED!"
Me: "Did you?"
"Noooo, I din't."

[pause]

"I Pooooped! I POOOOOOPED!"
"Oo! That wasn't so good."