I'm trying to fold a sheet, but Faelan wants to use it as a leash, and then as a cave, a cradle, and a cape. Joel distracts him by draping a baby-carrying wrap invitingly around his shoulders. "Oh," I exclaim, "what kind of a game is that?"
"It's Ringo-Tingo!" declares Faelan, draping himself over the wrap.
Of course.