All parents probably speculate at one time or another what their kids are going to be when they grow up. At this point, based on all the internal percussions I'm experiencing, I am predicting that ours is going to be a xylophone player, champion swimmer, modern dancer, or acrobat. I picture him imitating the dancing silhouette internet ads, only in utero.
Actually, I think maybe he's trying to tell me something, if only I could interpret. He got a sugar rush and had a fantastic time splashing around after I had to quickly down 10 ounces of a concentrated sugary drink for my gestational diabetes test. So maybe what he's saying is, "More sugar, please." In some sort of fetal Morse code, of course.
He's gonna bring in da noise AND da funk.