Every Wednesday morning - baby singing at the pub. Mummy and Daddy are obviously getting me ready for my future career. I need the musical education so I can be a brilliant drummer or guitarist like Daddy or sing beautifully like Mummy. I need to survive the beery atmosphere so I can resist future temptations to down too many pints than's good for a classy musician.
When I say baby singing, I really mean mummies singing. Us babies just look, or sit, or stand, or run.
(The mummies think we like their singing. We haven't the heart to tell them otherwise!)