Dancing Baby Roundup

I haven't reported recently on the doings of our Dancing Baby, so, time to catch up.
We were out running errands one night. DB had a new book, brought it with her, and wanted it read. Only problem: Auntie Em was her seatmate, and Auntie Em has motion issues. Auntie Em tried to explain, "We can't read it right now." Dancing Baby responded, "Well we can look at it, can't we?" In just the intonation that sentence needs!
On another day at the bookstore, Granddaddy and DB were shopping. We found a couple of good candidates, and I asked, "Do you want the Dora book, or the fish book?" DB doesn't miss a trick, answering, "Yes!"
Grandmommie always checks the sale racks at Barnes and Noble, and one day she found a three or four dollar dvd that featured animations of several Scholastic Books titles, including the old animation of Where the Wild Things Are. DB immediately fell in love with it. If dvds can be played out, we're probably getting close. The constant request: "See the Wild Chings (adorable sic)"
Dancing Baby has, courtesy of the Pink Palace's entry-way sign, developed an interest in the planets. As we went into the Palace one day, she identified Jupiter and Saturn by their obvious features. One of their workers, duly impressed, said that he hadn't seen that small a child able to identify two planets. Which left Granddaddy in a mood to show off. So I asked DB, "Which planet is little and close to the Sun?" "Mercury." "Which one has ice?" "Mars." Which one is ours?" "Earth" "Which one is like Mars, but no ice?" "Venus" "Which one is far away and cold and blue?" "Neptune." The fellow was stunned. We are expecting calls from MIT any day now.
The Palace incident was kind of like the day at the Zoo when a guy was standing in front of the elephant exhibit with his five or six year old little girl. He asked her, "How many elephants." She looked, pointed, and answered, "Two." "Look again," her Dad instructed. "Two," she insisted. About ten feet down the rail, the devil got hold of me (thanks, Flip Wilson!) I asked DB, "How many elephants?" The then-not yet two year old looked up, said "Three" and turned to go see the Martys (that would be the Zebras for those who do not know the cinematic classic, Madagascar), proud Granddaddy smirking quietly.
We like to go to Wolfchase Galleria to ride the Merry-Go-Round. On that back entrance to the Mall, there is an interpretation of a giant horse, announcing the location of the ride. As we approached the doors last week, DB looked up at the neon-lit figure, and breathlessly gushed, "Granddaddy, it's the most beautiful thing in the world." I didn't say it, but I sure thought it: No, sweetheart. It's not even close!