When I was pregnant with Alex I totally and completely bought into the idea of the "Mozart Effect" and was convinced I could boost my child's IQ through music. I listened to classical music in the car. I'd sit at my desk at work, a large set of headphones clamped on my belly playing Mozart into my womb. When Alex was born I only played Baby Einstein CD's. The last year or so I've given up on trying to make my child brilliant through music and have instead alternated between the one children's music CD we have (Steve Sargenti's Little Seeds) and the Cars movie soundtrack.
Recently I've grown tired of our limited selection of cruising music so I've been flipping around on the radio and I'm finding that I'm passing by my usual favorites (oldies, pop music 80's to present, NPR...) and I am unusually attracted to rap and hip hop. Alex really seems to dig it as well and I'm sure we're quite the sight, a pasty white 30-something pregnant suburban housewife cruising along in the mini van blasting the gangsta rap out the windows with a two year old in the back seat bobbing his head to the beat and flashing toddler gang signs to neighboring motorists.
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