….Was his name-o

Right now I’m babysitting for my sister. The nephew, 4 years old, was singing Bingo was his name-o. He was getting the chorus letters wrong in all sorts of manners. I tried to help him with the letters but he couldn’t grasp it.

So he started to sing again of his own accord knowing I was watching. When he got to the chorus, and realised he hadn’t a hope of getting it right, he said “Finto, take it on” and pointed at me with a Sinatra-esque wink. It was one of the most adorable and funny things i have seen in a while. He’s such a wee legend.


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