Tonight before bed I tried to teach the boys that old song “Bingo.” You know:
“There was a farmer who had a dog and Bingo was his name-o, B-I-N-G-O,” etc.
Rascal listened complacently through two verses, and then began to look concerned and fidget. As I clapped out the last “B-I-N-G-O,” he pipes up, “Where’s his horse?”
I admit I was taken aback. What horse? Bingo’s not about a horse. Then I remembered the only other farming song he’s probably heard (since we haven’t visited the “Farmer in the Dell” yet,) is “Old Mac Donald“. Who had a horse.
So we switched to that song.
