Sing-along-an-anglosaxy

My car (with its CD player) is now my only place of refuge...

To counter mrs. anglosaxy's constant barrage of Hebrew nursery rhymes, I have started listening to the tape of English nursery rhymes brought over by my parents. I'm now fully literate in Humpty Dumpty and Twinkle Twinkle Little Star and I'm quite chuffed to report that anglosaxy junior is getting a laugh out of Humpty Dumpty, while the Hebrew efforts are, very sadly, still being unappreciated. Real shame that. It must be the way you tell them darlin'...

Christ. I'm turning into Mr Suburbia.