You think I’m scarring my kids? Because sometimes my wife looks at me as if I am, but she’s hesitant to say something becasue I’m usually acting like a lunatic at the time. Case in point: Death Metal Bingo. The way this works is I take two drum sticks and sing the children’s song Bingo like this:
Slow Paced Sing-Song Voice: There was a farmer had a dog, and Bingo was his name-o!
Black Death Metal Voice (with frantic drumming): B! I! N! G! O! B! I! N! G! O! B! I! N! G! O! AND BINGO WAS HIS NAME-OOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
And for some reason my wife thinks this might be having less than a desirable impact on our three kids, who are usually howling with laughter while this is going on. Continue reading