After dinner, they cleaned up the kitchen.
And sang songs.
It kinda reminded me of the dwarfs all whistling while they worked... but...
Zach started things off with the rousing: "I'm a drunken sailor man..."
Zayd and Evan joined in ... and soon after - Ethan was singing it.
All of them: I'm a drunkennnn saaaaillllor maaan! I'm a drunkennnn saaailllor mann! You're a drunken sailorrrr mannn!
Over and over and over again.
Me: Knock it off! Don't teach Ethan that kind of song! Where did you learn that?
Zach: We are doing it in band.
Zach: We are playing it in band. It's really cool - the trombones can hit this really low note - even lower than I can sing. Which isn't actually saying much since I haven't hit puberty.
What the hell does puberty have to do with this?
Me: You are telling me you are performing a song about a drunken sailor in school?
Me: Well don't sing it here - Ethan doesn't need to learn it.
Zach: (singing) Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me. Don't cha? Don't cha?
The rest of them join in. Including Ethan.
Paul: Okay - that's enough. Your mom and I are going on a walk. Finish cleaning the kitchen.
Me: And stop singing that! Don't teach your brother that song!
Zach: Why not?
Me: Because he will sing it in his first grade classroom! He doesn't know any better!
Zach: Ahhh... good point.
Zach: (singing) I'm too sexy for my shirt. too sexy for my shirt... too sexy yah...
Ethan: I'm! Sexy in my shirt! Sexy for my shirt! I'm sexy yea!