The boy sang the following in the car on the way home:
Threader shocker,
Threader shocker,
Door may move,
Door may move,
Sunny lay martina,
Sunny lay martina,
Ding, Dang, Dong
Ding, Dang, Dong
I wish I could make that up.
Also, the kids had the following conversation:
the lass (in exaggerated, whiny tone): Mommmmaaa, I’mmmm thirrrrrsteeeeee….
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the lass: THAT’S ANNOYING!
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the lass: THAT’S ANNOYING!
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the lass: THAT’S ANNOYING!
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the lass: THAT’S ANNOYING!
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
the lass: THAT’S ANNOYING!
the boy: Wahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
That’s actually the abbreviated version, lest ye think I exagerrate.