When Clare was born my cousin gave her a rattle shaped like a cat. It had a nice soft sounding rattling noise, probably because it was covered in soft pink fabric over a layer or two of batting.

My husband, avid Devo fan at the time took that opportunity to sing Pink Pussycat to her while shaking the rattle for Clare. She loved it.

No soothing lullabies for Clare – she was a punk-rocker at a very early age.