Bieber’s got nothing on this guy

Milo, singing at the top of his lungs: “I don’t know why I’m singing right now, no, I don’t know, no, I don’t know. I don’t know why I’m singing right now, no, I don’t know. Perhaps I’ll stop. I don’t know, I don’t know, la, la, laaaaaa. See my foot and let it stink! See my foot and let it stink! Yeah, yeah! See my foot and let it stink!”

He sees me watching. “What?”