This morning, I had gotten up from the computer to go do something. When I sat back down, I bumped the ironing board. As I did, I was terrified to hear a very demented "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star" melody coming out of the wall. Scared to death, I ran around my kitchen trying to find the source of this mysterious noise. It was. The book. On the IRONING BOARD. I bumped it and opened it to the page that played the song. You should never leave me home alone with childrens' books.