Earlier this week, I found myself left in charge of a small child for a brief period of time. I know . . . blows my mind too! Since I didn't have much time to corrupt the young mind, I resorted to the same sort of manipulation advertisers use.
While the child ran around the auditorium, squealing happily, I kept saying over and over again "Rameses is my home boy." (Said child's mother attended the rival school.) Another "adult" in the room picked up on my tactic and started saying "Wa Hoo Wa."
Now, all we have to do is wait for the child to start repeating those phrases at home. And, mom will have learned her lesson about leaving a monkey as the designated "adult" with her child. Heh.