Eine Kliene Kinder Nachtmusik

Much joy and rapture in efrex-ville today, as Cats, the Evil Empire of the musical theatre world, finally got toppled from the throne of Longest Running Broadway Musical. The Lovely Wife(tm), a long-time Chorus Line fanatic, has been dreaming of this day ever since the hairball-laden spectacle overtook her beloved show at the top of the heap. So, congrats to Phantom: for one day, we'll admit to liking a Lloyd Webber show.

It'll come as a huuuuuuge shock to all that know us that our son has turned into an attention hog. Put him down in his bassinet and he might be okay, but turn your back, and fughetaboutit. Occasionally, however, playing some music can get him to calm down (again, huuuuuuge shock that our kid would be a music fan). A friend of ours recently got us a couple of CDs of kiddie music, and it seems to work well on the little tyke; however, I've noticed a couple of disturbing things:

1) "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star" apparently has more verses than "American Pie." Who knew?
2) Apparently, you're still allowed to count "little indians" (you know, "one little, two little, three little indians; four little, five little, six little indians..."), but they can't be "little indian boys." No, it's now "Ten little indian boys or girls." Geez, if you're counting 'em, can't you at least tell what gender they are?
3) I'm all for shielding kids from violence, but do you really have to update "Three blind mice?" Now, instead of cutting off their tails with a carving knife, the farmer's wife calls to her husband, who reassures her that "they are nice, those three blind mice" (and, oh, how do I wish I was making that up). Feh. Feh, I say.