My daughter and I (and everyone else in the subway car) got to enjoy the constant chatter of an older Brooklynite the full way from Grand Army Plaza to Hoyt Street this morning:

[parrot-like]

Happy Wednesday! Peace and love!

Happy Wednesday! Peace and love!

Adam had a party on the fourth day! What did he call it?

[singing]

Adam had a par-ty!

Adam had a par-ty!

[repeat from beginning]

Try it a couple times. It will stick in your head.

My 7-year-old turns to me after we get off and says “It’s not polite to make so much noise on the subway.” And then giggles.

Me: But he was pretty funny.

Sophia: Yeah.

Adam had a par-ty!