I do not enjoy conversations with my children in the car.
Or more specifically, I do not enjoy conversations with my children in the car when Breakfast with the Beatles comes on the stereo. Or I stumble across a rare Muddy Waters song I’ve never heard before, or land smack dab in the middle of Stevie Wonder’s I Just Called to Say I Love You * – a song I’ve heard two million times before but still get the urge to turn it up, soak it in and sing aloud every time it starts to play. In which case, at least one of the three will take immediate note of my mounting enthusiasm for the song and find the quickest, surest way to cut it short.
Sometimes it’s a dire bathroom situation. They need to go. And they need to go NOW! Let’s talk about it.
Other times – most times, it’s a particular fact or abstract question they seem to remember they had rattling around in their head for some time and feel the need to suddenly express the long winded nature of it in the middle of these, their mother’s most beloved radio tunes. Debates raised about various superhero strengths and weaknesses, rambling tales about the worn out legends of Dogtown, new ideas for gluten free recipes. Philosophies regarding the moon vs. the sun, new evidence in the conspiracy theories surrounding Chupacabra.
Whatever the topic, it’s something that just can’t wait. Now matter how badly you plead, fingers lingering desperately around the volume control, hoping they might take pity on your apparent hunger for the sound of this one song, and kindly agree to set whatever it is they have spilling out of their mouths, aside for just 2 1/2 minutes short minutes.
Most times, it’s a losing battle.
But there are days. Days, when the volume goes louder. And louder. And louder still. And the children quieter. And the backseat tales of dire become finally silent. Mere mouthed reflections powering away in that tiny little rear view mirror, for as long as they might need to. Until Mr. Wonder is done and your heart feels full. And happy again. As only it should. In rush hour traffic. After two hours at swim practice.
Can we all agree that this really is one of the top ten songs on the planet and should always been sung aloud, no matter the circumstances at hand?
Alright, tell us. What’s your ‘absolutely no interruptions’ song in the car?