Pure Genius

Have you heard of the Baby Einstein line of baby toys?  We hadn't, until our daughter was expecting. The company name is pure genius, of course, and I am insanely jealous I didn't think of it. But I digress.

This is the contraption Zachary sat in from time to time before he learned how to walk. It is made by Baby Einstein and is officially an activity center.

When you hit one of those squiggly things, it speaks in several languages, including meows and woofs, and it plays Beethoven's Fifth Symphony. Really.

A few months ago, Honey and I were driving Z home from the sitter's. He began to hum (a trait that runs in this family) three notes over and over. We sang back to him, of course, because that's what grandparents do. It wasn't until several car rides later with the same song repeated in the backseat that I realized what he was singing:

The tempo was a little shaky, but the tune was undeniable.

Now where did I put that pop-up algorithim book?