I can be a squirmy little baby sometimes. I move my arms, twist my body, and kick out my legs in a weird squirmy rhythmic way. Mommy commented that it looked like I was hula dancing. Daddy added some music to a video that Mommy took and sure enough it kind of looks like some modern-freestyle-creative hula. But all that twisting and swaying got my digestive system going, resulting in some flatulence. Excuse me.