The four year old was busy with his shirt spread on the floor and pointing the collar, waist and sleeves and singing: “Inky Pinky Ponky, father had a donkey …”
“What are you doing?”
“Please don’t disturb me! The donkey died, father cried, Inky Pinky Ponky!” … and he folded the sleeve to which his finger was now pointing.
Then looked up and said: “I don’t know what to fold first!”
Then started again: neck, waist and another sleeve – “Inky Pinky Ponky …“