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Monday, January 10, 2005
If You’re Happy and You Know It, Nod Your Head A couple of Mia’s Christmas gifts included CDs of children’s songs and/or nursery rhymes that we’re apparently supposed to listen to in the car with her. It was okay to pretend like this didn’t happen . . . for a couple days. And then the grandparents started asking about them. So I broke down and started bringing the three-disc Baby Genius* collection in the car on the way to daycare. As pained as I was to surrender any precious drive time to rousing versions of the ABC song or “Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes”**, I’ve discovered that it makes me a much more pleasant driver. I find that I’m much more tolerant of bad drivers, much less likely to swear (even under my breath) at some cocksucker who cut me off or ran a stop sign, and much less likely to feel angry in general. I’m not sure whether I appreciate this or not. Although, it is nice to not worry that you might hear your daughter mimic you and yell “motherfucker!” while you’re humming along to Interpol or Auf der Maur. * After starting Mia with the often-brilliant Baby Einstein videos, the Baby Genius series seems like a cheap imitation. Mia doesn’t seem to notice, which means we’re not raising her correctly. What, next she’ll be wearing clothes from Wal-Mart and drinking Coors? ** We were listening to this one yesterday, when I commented that the woman’s singing of, “I wanna go faster!” sounded dirty. And Michelle told me that I can make anything dirty. I mean, shouldn’t these children’s videos / CDs have an in (so to speak) for the parents if we’re going to have to sit through them? |