A similar Catholic Church Story—
At the end of the Good Friday Service, my eldest at three noticed that there was no music when normally there is music so she decided to take the initiative and broke into “If your happy and you know it ...”
One of her younger brothers some years later, at perhaps four, as we sat behind a very straight laced couple just after a fairly ascetic homily, before the offertory hymn had begun, broke into “O Whiskey you’re the Devil”
Cute stories. My daughter thought we were saying Farmer John cheese instead of Parmigiana. When she was learning to read, she read ‘liver and bacon’ on the cat food can.
She pronounced it bah-con, rhyming it with baton. So, whenever we’re feeling fancy, 25 years later we all say it that way.
You have great children.