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Hey, hey, Mama

"Black Dog" comes on the radio.  Charlie listens for a moment, decides he finds the lyrics quite unintelligible, and asks, "What is that man telling his mama?" 

I feel a flare of panic, then inspiration hits.  "He's telling her he'll be happy to go to bed when she tells him it's time."  Which is true, as far as that goes.

Now tell me quick.  Did Led Zeppelin ever record a song that I could credibly twist into being about cheerfully submitting to toilet training?  I need all the help I can get.  And do not suggest "The Lemon Song," because that is exactly where I want the juice not to go.


Donor update: Eleven mature follicles at trigger.  Retrieval tomorrow morning!