I was sitting on the couch this morning, trying to rouse sleepy F to finish her feed. SP came over wanting to be helpful, so I suggested he sing her a song to wake her up. I was expecting him to launch noisily and tunelessly into one of his current favourites.
Instead, he created a new song just for the occasion (or the first line, anyway), in his lovely but seldom used soprano: "Wake up, my little baby"
On a slightly different note, here's some photos of SP and F, each aged 4 days, with their wonderful Daddy. I wish now that we'd waited for F to go to sleep and recreated SP's pose. Oh well.