No one ever achieved greatness sitting their kid in front of the CD player.
Silence from the child (or as close to it as you can expect from a three year old), but you try concentrating with they might be giants, bananas in pyjamas, or dinosaur tales in the background. Even quality stories and tunes burrow themselves into your brain and leave no room for original, or even lucid, thought.
'Come on, let's go for a walk,' she said. At least she could exercise her body if not her brain.
'I'm listening to my CDs,' he said with that particular tone in his voice.
May as well fold the clothes then, she thought.