Sang some nursery rhymes to my baby nephew last night…

Me: “Patty cake, patty cake, baker’s man….bake me a cake as fast as you can….rollllllllllll it….

(long, confused pause)

Me: “Do something elllllllllse to it….”

Brother in law: “Pat it! You gotta PAT it!”

Yeah, well, fuck this. Auntie Em doesn’t bake.