So I'm chilling on the sofa happy in the knowledge that my 6 yr old Cavlette is doing her homework. An hour earlier . . . "How do you spell 'Victorian' dad?" I oblige into Google and leave her to it. She's humming away and writing out lyrics to old songs they taught the kiddies in those days. Eventually, she asks if I want to hear her song so far as she's stopped becauseshe's run out of space and if I have another piece of paper. She starts reciting and I catch some words that don't compute from her angelic little mouth. 'Chebs' & 'fellate' to name a two.I look across at the monitor and is confronted by the words . . . "Can I have a go on your Clunge?" I grab the paper, quickly scan it and realise that she's just wrote out ¾ of the song below The scary thing is, if she hadn't of ran out of paper, she would have stuck it away in her school bag and handed it tomorrow for her Victorian theme lesson Incidentally i had to bite my lip to stop laughing and when i told her that she couldn't hand this one in, she started balling her eyes out. God, I'm a shit father Has any one else suffered a near miss of such levels?