I'm not quite sure yet, but I probably made the biggest parenting mistake ever.
I thought it would be fun to buy some songs off iTunes of my daughter’s favorite Playhouse Disney shows to be played in the car on occasion when NPR does some boring story about melting glaciers and drowning tigers in Las Vegas, Iraq.
I had no idea I was opening Pandora’s box that would ultimately release an angry demon that spits fire and ash when the DJ (me) isn’t spinning the correct tune and releases shrills of fury when I don’t clap along with the song (I SAID CLAP!!... CLAP NOW HUMAN or feel all the wrath which is I....*hiss*..!!)
That’s not even the worse of it -- now I have these songs stuck in my head all day long (Hot Diggity Dog! All aboard the Choo-choo train! Get on the bus!!….But, but... I can’t get on the bus..I don't know where it is!?)
Why do they haunt me during normal business hours?! Oh yeah, they have simple tunes and catchy lyrics (kind of like Debbie Gibson songs.)
I blame you Debbie Gibson!
On the upside it is pretty adorable seeing my daughter (nearing 2) trying to sing a song. She sounds kind of like that William Hung guy – except she’s much cuter and has much better pronunciation and dexterity. She even does some choreography in her car seat - guess who taught her how to do “Jazz hands" and Nomi's X-arms?
I now wonder if I’ll ever get control of the car radio again. I long for the days of listening to NPR --- people complaining or heartfelt stories about some poor guy with no arms who learns how to play the fiddle.
Life was so much happier then.
Hey fiddler! Play "Fruit Salad" and "Hot Potato" for me, O.K.?
