As I put socks on Tornado S.
Me: This little piggie went to the market; this little piggie went home; this little piggie had roast beef; this little piggie had none. And this little piggie went wee-wee all the way home.
I slipped on the sock on to his foot.
Tornado S: (laughing) Do it again!
I did it again and put on the other sock.
Tornado S: Do it again!
Me: You have no more piggies. They’re hiding.
Tornado S: Ok. (Shoving his hand in my face) Let’s do Giraffes!