Picture this...

Bax wanders into the dining room before kindy this morning. Izzie and I are eating breakfast. Bax is dressed in his kindy shorts and t'shirt (no nappy because he's toilet-trained himself, did I mention that?) and on top of the shorts he's wearing a tutu and he's got his Indiana Jones hat on his head, he's carrying his ukulele:

"I'll sing you a little song, alright?" he says.

And then he starts strumming his uke and humming loudly.

He finishes and Izzie claps.

Our morning concert is apparently over. He bows and leaves.

Also: My Aunt (GAS) is part of a Ukulele troop who go around playing at events, their stage is the back of a truck. They're called Ukes on Utes. On Sunday they're playing at a fundraiser for the Buddhists.

I can't decide which is funnier, Bax' version of a concert or GAS' version of same.