E-I-N-G-O was her Name-O
Every time Loralie gets into the car she puts in a not too sutle request to listen to "E-I-N-G-O Please Mom!" She is refering, of course to the Bingo song on her children's CD that we have listened to so many times it makes me want to scream. So depending on my mood, I may cave, or like today, I might tell her that it is mommies turn to pick the music first. So we were driving along, me surfing through the stations like I like to do, but since I couldn't find anything that I really wanted to listen to, I just shut the radio off. Loralie said, "You don't like that song Mommy?" I said, "No, I guess I don't." She said, (with an innocent blink blink and a big smile) "Maybe you like E-I-N-G-O..."