Child's Toy not PG

My wife and I bought a toy for our one-year-old daughter tonight. It’s a little stuffed dog that plays a recorded sound whenever you shake it or move it – or look at it cross-eyed, for that matter. As we wheeled it through the store to the checkout lane, it was screaming “Hehehe!”, “Uh-oh!” and “Yahoo!”. Depending on whether you ask Erin or me, that last one could be “Gadzooks!”. We have a pretty strong debate going on the subject – second only to whether one of Maddie’s stuffed toys is really supposed to be an elephant or just a block with feet. I’m sure about the “Yahoo!” argument but with Erin’s background in biology I’m pretty certain I’ll have to concede my theory that children’s blocks de-evolved from fuzzy cubes with feet. You win some, you lose some. In any case, we walked Maddie and the toy to the car to the tune of “Woof woof!” and some kind of panting sound. For the first time, we were the circus sideshow in the Wal-Mart parking lot (you know what I’m talking about). All the way through town the cute little toy was yelling “Wee!” and “Wow!” every time I hit a bump or turned quick. High pitched yelling from my passengers is nothing new, but this was in a much cheerier voice. As a matter of fact, I’m thinking about keeping the toy and hiding it under our mattress.