Isaiah is bellowing, “I… AM A Pirate KIIIIING!” as he charges around the house. “It IS, it IS, a GOOORIOUS THING, to BE a PIRATE KIIIIING, tara tara tara tara!” (he doesn’t always stick to just one song at a time)
Naomi comes down the stairs, bleary-eyed, pajamaed, and grouchy. I miss the beginning of her accusatory rant, but come in to the room in time to hear her finishing off, with a scowl, “…and you’re always singing STUPID songs!”
Isaiah, undeterred, replies in his oddly low toddler growl, “But I YIKE toopid songs, Nomi!” (Which makes me laugh, which makes her laugh, which cures the morning grumpies. Hurrah for the Pirate King, HURRAH for the PIIIIIrate KIIIIIING!