Just wanted to drop by and say wow, kid toys can be so irritating. Firstly, Louisa loves music whether it’s my husband playing his guitar, me singing Mormon hymns at the top of my lungs, Adele on the radio or hand-me-down toys that honk, make driving noises and play all manner of songs (mostly “sung” in strange animal sounds) including The Farmer in the Dell – that old classic from childhood, apparently which I remember most of the words too. And have been singing in my head for nigh on 37 & 1/2 hours now. But the damn toy keeps her from throwing fits in her high chair when I need to get laundry done. Sigh. The things we do.