A Prodigy In The Womb?

My sister got pregnant for the first time when she was almost 35. One day, I walked into her sitting in a chair with her hands placed on her bump and Mozart’s Symphony No.6 in F major playing in the background. My sister, who had always said that classical music was for sissies, was listening to the music with a rapt expression on her face. Seeing my questioning look, she said, “I want this baby to be a genius! It’s unlikely that I’ll have another child, so this baby is going to get the best. If that means that I have to listen to classical music, then so be it.”

Did my nephew turn out to be a musical prodigy? Of course not! But when he was about a year old and colicky, the strains