Freaky

It was dark, cold, and 2am in the morning. All of a sudden, Jason and I hear this freaky toy just going off. It kept glowing and singing "yellow, yellow, yellow." Over and over. I go out to the living room and there was nothing by it. No cats around it to explain the noise and Mia has not learned how to escape the crib yet. No explanations. I hate it when toys do that. I don't even want this toy in my house anymore. At least it was not singing "red rum" or I would have permanently moved out of this house.