Coping mechanism

To the tune of "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star":

Tickle, tickle, little baby,
Won't you taste so good with gravy?
Nestled in your crib so sweet,
Curled up like a slab of meat,
Tickle, tickle, little baby,
Won't you taste so good with gravy?

Tickle, tickle, little baby,
I think I will eat you, maybe,
When you kick me in the chest,
Think how you will cook up best,
Tickle, tickle, little baby,
I think I will eat you, maybe.

Chomp-chomp, chomp-chomp, little Grace,
You have cherries on your face,
Though you look so innocent,
Mama's sanity has a dent,
Chomp-chomp, chomp-chomp, little Grace,
You have cherries on your face.


New verses added daily/hourly, depending on the day. And today is shaping up to be One of Those Days.

(Credit where credit is due: Though I've been making up eating-my-young songs for Grace almost since she was born, as I'm sure all parents do, I must confess that this post by my favorite blogger is what prompted me to actually post one.)