Something silly turns on inside of me whenever I see brightly colored squeaky toys. I start to get all giddy and feel the sudden urge to repeatedly squeeze each and every one of them while repeating the ever so funny tongue twister "rubber baby buggy bumpers" over and over again in my head. Yes, they send me into serious cuteness overload and I have been driving the neighbors nuts this week, testing out the squeaker on each and every one of them. They must think that a whole pack of clowns has moved next door, with all of the silly squeaking they've been hearing. :-)