Pass the Excedrin

Took the kids to Target yesterday. Because apparently I'm a glutton for punishment, I took them on the usual trip down the toy aisles (OK, I was looking for Zhus Zhus too. I'm the master at sneaking items into or below the cart and paying for them right in front of Natalie, yet she doesn't know what's going on). Oliver spied a baby doll and started yelling "Baybeeeeeeeee" - he over-enunciates "baby" and it's the cutest thing. Natalie handed him the doll. Big mistake. Motion activated. So every time the package got jostled, or Oliver moved, the damn doll would start cooing, or giggling, or crying, or whining. Pretty awful, but it kept him happy. After about ten minutes, Natalie turned to me and said "That toy is ANNOYING. It's giving me a headache" (man, she channels me well). We then conspired to get it away from Oliver with minimal fuss -"I think he really likes it Mommy, you might have to buy it", to which I replied "Do you want to have to listen to that all day, every day?". She looked horrified and said "Let's get it away from him". Took a couple of tries, but we were finally successful. Whew.