A while back - okay, actually, the package that the UPS guy was delivering when my dog bit his finger - that was a couple of Math Rap CDs. My oldest has been disinterested in learning math, and while she gets the basic concepts, I figured a little benign brainwashing wouldn't hurt.

We've still got the dog, by the way. We had a trainer come out and work with her (and with us) and helped us make an action plan for keeping her from biting again. So, whew!

Okay, back to the subject at hand: Math Rap. RAP. OF MATH FACTS.

I've been playing it in the van. The other day, I dropped the two big kids off at school, and clicked off the CD with a sigh of relief. My three year old sat, staring out the window, fingers drumming along to the beat, and she protested when I turned it off.

"Noooo! Mommy! I want mooooore."

"How's about you get funky with math facts on your own, little bay-buh? Bust a rhyme!"

She stopped whining and straightened her spine, and began chanting.

"One and one is bad. Two and two is bad. Three and three is bad. But ten equals eleven."

There it is. I suspect that perhaps she will be an English major.