What'll I do with the baby-o?

Look it up... oughtta take care of the problem.

Dance him north and dance him south,
Dance him north and dance him south,
Put a little whiskey in his mouth,
If he won't go to sleepy-o.

Or at least it goes something like that.

At our weekly church gig we actually like the kids to come crowd up against us while we play. There's something in the vibrations they need, tactilely. I've gotten pretty good at playing and singing and welcoming all at the same time, but Hardi has me beat-- 3-yer-old Katarina just HAD to hold hands with him during the consecration of communion!

~S~