Now that my kid claps hands all the time, I sing songs with her like “Pat-a-cake” (which I sing as “Patty cake” because it sounds better). But then I remembered this song that people in my family sing all the time to babies:
“Clap hands, clap hands till daddy comes home / Daddy has money and mommy has none.”
I heard our babysitter singing it to my daughter but she changed the lyrics to “Mommy has money and daddy has none.” And I like that. It makes me feel like Diane Keaton in Baby Boom, which is always how I envisioned motherhood in New York City. I also make my own homemade baby food. But I don’t have a country house. Or any business suits.