While driving home from lunch today, the punk was unhappy about the length of the ride and the constraints he was forced to bear in his car seat. Usually my magnificent singing voice will entertain him for a while, but when I started singing You Are My Sunshine, he just carried on with his protests. So, I substituted his name for the word sunshine and sang:
You are my Calvin.
My only Calvin.
Oh Calvin, Calvin, la la la la...
You'll never know dear, how much I love you.
Please don't take my Calvin away.
He listened with interest for the duration of the ride. Narcissist.