Inka Binka...

I taught Everson the fun little hand game we all use to do ages ago. Inka Binka bottle of ink, cork fell out and you stink! He thought it was hilarious. Of course he did not get the concept of going back and forth between our two hands. He would just repeatedly hit my fist so I was always the one that stinks, which is the part he thinks is so funny! Now, out of no where, he will come running over to me and want to sing me the little rhyme, then run away laughing hysterically!