When it's my turn to put the boys down to bed, I sing them each a song. Tonight, I asked Luke what song he wanted to hear.
"The Cheese-It one," he said.
"I don't know a Cheese-It song. Do you want me to make one up?" I then started to sing a Cheese-It ditty.
"No! No! Sing the real Cheese-It song!"
"I'm telling you. I've never sung it before. Have you heard me sing it?"
"Yes, but you haven't sung it to me since I was, oh, about five."
"What does it go like?"
"It has a crib, and it ends with 'in the hay' and not 'on the hay'. Remember?"
So I sang him "Away in the Manger," the Christmas song about Baby Cheese-It, who grew up to become Our Lord and Savior Cheese-It Christ. You know the guy -- he hangs around with Heavenly Fodder and the Whole Wheat Ghost.
Public schools just aren't what they used to be.