This morning I learned that playing guitar is a powerful parental tool. Charlie was having a fit at the breakfast table over some logical loop related to food choice only understood by a newly minted 3-year old. I wasn't getting my kiss goodbye, so we sang a song together.

The cereal sits alone. Lonely in the pantry.
The cereal sits alone. Lonely in the pantry.
Because Charlie. Chose. Bagels.

There's not gonna be any peanut butter.
There's not gonna be any peanut butter.
Because Charlie. Chose. Cream Cheese.

He was smiling immediately and I got a big kiss goodbye. Making up nonsense lyrics for kids is way easier than I thought. Corny is king.