baby einstein

The books all say, "Sing to your baby!"

(even in utero)

I'm guessing they have in mind something like nursery rhymes and gentle Burt Bacharach crooning.

Instead, I've had The Whole Damn Thing by Those Darlins clanging around in my brain for the past three days, the chorus of which goes a little something like this:

I got drunk and I ate a chicken.

I ate a chicken I found in my kitchen.

Not just a leg and not just a wing.

I'd like to let you know that I ate the whole damn thing.

If you swap out 'hungry' for 'drunk', then it kind of seems like a suitable pregnancy song, if you ask me. Maybe we'll stick with that kid-friendly version once he's out of the womb.