Love is spoken here

Tonight the girls were driving us crazy, so at 8:30 we rushed them to bed. I tucked in the girls, but Livy didn't want to go to sleep without a song. As I started to sing "Love is spoken here", Anabelle asked if she could get up to get a stuffed animal. I said yes and continued singing to Livy. Midway through the song, Anabelle was in the bedroom doorway, playing with her stuffed animal, so I stopped singing briefly to remind her to come to bed since she had her stuffed monkey, and then I continued singing. Maria started laughing hysterically from the other room. This is what she'd heard:

(Me singing):
"I see my mother kneeling with our family each day.
I hear the words she whispers as she bows her head to pray.
Her plea to the Father quiets all my fears, And I am thankful love is spoken here.
Mine is a home..."
"ANABELLE!! COME HERE!!!" (said sternly, and then I continued singing):
"...where ev’ry hour is blessed by the strength of priesthood pow’r.
 With father and mother leading the way,
Teaching me how to trust and obey;
 And the things they teach are crystal clear, For love is spoken here.
I can often feel the Savior near, When love is spoken here."

oh, the irony.... everyone was laughing after this, except me... I looked at Anabelle and said, "it looks like I have some repenting to do"