Why Children Are J'Adore-able

My god-daughter Abigail, whom I've not seen in way too long, has shown once again why, someday, I must have children of my own. This, pulled from an email sent by her dad, Michael:

Abigail sang, "someone's in the kitchen with Dinah/ someone's in the kitchen I know/ someone's in the kitchen with Dinah/ strumming on the open Joe."

"I told you it was about Uncle Joe."