No song is safe around here. If the lyrics can be modified slightly to describe the events at hand, chances are that some voice will be lifted in unholy chorus, with unpredictable results.
The usual genre of choice is hymns. Not your modern worship songs… oh, no! Both Mr. Caffeinated and I grew up in churches that use the old hymnal to this day, and we know most of the contents – at least the first verse and chorus – by heart.
The more disturbing or outrageous the scenario at hand, the more likely that someone is going to burst into mangled melody.
For example. Tonight, I was changing the Moose’s diaper on the living room floor. The older two children were being sent for the various supplies in such an operation.
“Natter! Please bring me the wipes!”
“Rosebud! Please bring me a clean diaper!”
“Natter! Please bring me a clean pair of Moose’s pants as well!”
Then it happened. From the kitchen sink, where Mr. Caffeinated was doing the dishes, came the classic tones of “Ring Out the Message” by Rowe & Beazley (#622 in the songbook…)
“There’s a diaper full and bad,
for the sinful and the sad…”
“Stop! STOP, DON’T GO THERE!” I bellowed.
But it was too late. In perfect unison, Natter and Rosebud joined in:
“Wring it out! Wring it out!”
Living in a musical family can try the hardiest soul at times.