Me: 'Georgie, Porgie, pudding and pie. Kissed the girls and made them cry. When the boys came out to play. Georgie Porgie ran away'.
Tom: 'Why they cry mumma?'
Me: 'Who, the girls?'
Tom: 'Yes, mumma.'
Me: 'They didn't want to be kissed by Georgie Porgie, mate.'
Me: 'Yes, Tom.'
Tom: 'Is it still oday for me to kiss you?'