My Baby Don't Mess Around

The other night, Julia was helping me clean up one of her Fall-of-Berlin messes in her normal manner: pick something up, walk over the place it goes (toy bin, bookshelf, spot along the wall), and fling it down as forcefully as her little arms can. After one stuffed animal was "neend op" in a particuarly violent manner, I said, "Geez! My baby don't mess around!" That, of course, got me to warble a few lines of "Hey Ya" and then to hum the "hey-ya" part. Julia thought this was hiliarous and surpassingly interesting, but best of all, after hearing my hi-fi rendition, she tried to do it too, peeping out "heeeeeey yaahahahahaha" over and over. Given that her usual "yinging" is a screech and a giggle, this is a dramatic improvement.