“There was a farmer, had a dog and Bingo was his name-oh!
B-I-N-G-O! B-I-N-G-O! B-I-N-G-O! And Bingo was his name-oh!”
Z knows that song, but she lacks the extended vocal control to sing it.
Her pronunciation/enunciation is that of a 2 year old.
Cos, well, she’s two.
Or less than that actually.
Anyway, I sing to her, cos I’m a terrible father with dreams of being a karaoke lounge singer, and so I inflict my voice on Z.
Surprisingly, she hasn’t ran away from home.
Anyway, because parents live vicariously through their children, I’ve been hoping Z would be a better singer than me. Or at least achieve my dream of being a karaoke lounge singer.
She sings. In a fashion. She makes up sounds, varies tone and tune. But it is just practice for vocalisation.
I don’t remember how, but we ended up with a “fill-in-the-blanks” sing-along.
I’d go, “There was a -”
“Farmer!” she would shout out.
“had a – ”
“And Bingo was his – ”
“B. I. N. G. O. B. I. N. G. O. B. I. N. G. O. and Bingo was his -”
“Name-oh!” She’ll finish.
And then, she’d smile. Mischievously? Smugly? Gleefully?”
Then she’d progress.
I’d start, “There was a -”
“Farmer had a dog”, she’d complete.
“And Bingo was his -”
Her enunciation is still not quite there.
Her ambitious attempt to complete “farmer, had a dog” is often garbled. Initially, she said “farm” instead of farmer. But she progressed to “farm-#&@” and then to “farm-@*$ h$@ dog” which as a proud father, I heard as “farmer, had a dog”.
Hey. It was close enough!
Also, sometimes she would shout the words she was to contribute – “FARMER!” “NAME-OH!”
But at other times, she would soften her tone and almost whisper her part.
I think she shouts because it take effort and concentration for her to speak those words. And when she speaks softly, it shows mastery and confidence.
Well, this proud father thinks so.