We had Swedish meatballs with lingonberry jam (of course I got some from IKEA yesterday!) tonight and I, naturally, started singing "on top of spaghetti" to the kids (although I changed it to "on top of a lingonberry all covered with jam"--"jam" and "sneeze" don't rhyme at all of course, but we didn't care). Every time we got to the verse where "early next summer, it grew into a tree; the tree was all covered with beautiful moss; it grew tasty meatballs..." Henry would shout out "YOU COULD PICK A MEATBALL!" like it was the best idea EVER.