I blame my husband!

I was sitting in the waiting room of our local hospital with my 3 and a half year old and 5 and a half year old (the halves are very important I have been informed) and my eldest started recreating a show song she has heard Tim preparing and also seen in a concert recently.  'Bring out yer dead, Bring out yer dead...I am not dead yet, I can laugh and I can sing...' You can imagine my horror as my children struck up a rendition of 'Spamalot' in the waiting room, in front of other patients, who had at first thought my girls were both charming and delightful.  I am happy that my girls have eclectic tastes in music, however, I think I have to explain the theory of 'A time and a place'.