Well, that was really boring.
Nine months in the womb.
Nine months of swimming, feeding and kicking.
Intrusive sonograms, ultrasounds; stetho-bloody-scopes listening in.
Parental ambition gone mad: interminable Bach recordings; everyone reading Lawrence and George Eliot out aloud while I’m trying to sleep! No rest for the yet innocent.
Thank god that’s all over.
Oi, what’s with the scissors?
patrickprinsloo 
Lovely voice. So what would s/he have liked to have listened to?
Not sure. Sounds like an early onset of teenagedness.