Actual discussion held in the car this morning:

Caterpillar: "Sister, did you watch the Andrew Jackson cartoon today?"

 Dormouse: "Huh?"

 Caterpillar: "The Andrew Jackson cartoon.  At school. We watched it after the Pleleegiance."

 Me: "You mean the Pledge of Allegiance?"

 Caterpillar:  "No.  I mean The Pleleegiance."

 Me: "Oooh. The Pleleegiance. Totally different thing."

Dormouse: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Caterpillar: "The. Andrew. Jackson. Cartoon."

Dormouse: "Just because you say it slower, doesn't mean it makes any more sense."

Exasperated Caterpillar: "THE ANDREW JACKSON CARTOON. You know: 'Ouch! That hurts! Yow! That's not fair, giving a guy a shot down there!'"

 Dormouse:  "Oooooh I know what you're talking about!  You mean the Interjection cartoon."

 Me: "Wait, what? You guys get to watch Schoolhouse Rock cartoons in class?"

 Dormouse: "Yes, they're these cartoons that teach grammar and math and..."

 Me: "Um excuse me. I know what Schoolhouse Rock is."

 Dormouse: "Are you sure?"

 Me: "Schoolhouse Rock was around long before you. And I watched them all on television every Saturday morning."

 Dormouse: "Yes, but these probably aren't the same as when you were a kid. It goes like this: *sings* So when you're happy..."

 Me: "Hurray!"

 Dormouse: "or sad..."

 Me: "Aw!"

 Dormouse:  "or frightened..."

 Me: "Eek!"

 Dormouse: "or mad..."

 Me: "Rats!"

 Dormouse:  "or excited..."

 Me: "Wow!"

 Dormouse: "or glad..."

Me: "Hey! I can ride a bike!"

 Dormouse:  "...an interjection starts a sentence right."

 I honestly didn't even know I knew all the words to that song; they just spilled out of my mouth like the Alphabet Song or responses at a Catholic Mass.

 

...and also with you.