My almost three-year-old nephew just called me up to sing me his new song, which he wrote for me on the spot. Here’s how it goes:

I have the bed all to me
I have the bed all to myself
I have the bed all to myself
I have the bed all to myself
I have a new car

The bed, as it turns out, is the car. A bed-car, or maybe it’s a car-bed. I’m pretty impressed with his facility with irony and metaphor and all that. I really didn’t see that last line coming.

Also, he’s wearing a tutu.

Next week: Nothing but cat blogging.