I have made it a point to always put adult music (not adult music) in the car quite simply because I don't want to listen to kid music. And once the kids know that their music "works" in the car, there is no turning back.
I know this, because in an act of desperation, we gave in to 2o-month-old Hazel while driving the congested California highways. After a night of pacing the halls of our hotel with Hazel (who was terrified of the room) we stopped at Walmart and bought an Elmo DVD for her to watch the next time she woke at 4 a.m. Problem temporarily sovled.
But navigating Los Angeles in the car isn't easy and it sometimes took extra long to get places. And so, now Hazel wasn't happy in the hotel or the car. The Elmo DVD included a bonus CD with three tracks, including Elmo's Song and two other winners. And after trying every other option, including making up my own songs about kitties (still among my totally awesome repertoire of songs), we relented and put in the cursed Elmo CD. At that point, Jed and I lost. Because now, though Hazel wasn't screaming, we couldn't talk or think or sleep without Elmo and Big Bird badgering us about goldfish and crayons.
And although the CD was scratched and ruined a long while ago, it still lives in our memories. On and on, it lives.
Jed and I refuse to lose such a battle again, and no kid music is ever brought inside the car. So, now our kids listen to the music we listen to. No one even asks to bring music along--the thought hasn't really crossed their little minds. But it seems we've run into a problem. The kids are starting to choose favorites from our music and are insisting on listening to them over and over. Jed is not one to let repetition fade into the background, and these recurring playlists are of a mounting concern to him. Currently, the Killers' Spaceman, is requested by all three of our kids every time we get in the car. We can talk Hazel and Parley into other things, but Julian cries "Snowman! Snowman!" (we tell him it's actually Spaceman, but it seems that kid is a little slower) until we turn it on. I guess we're glad they seem to have good taste--it is a great song, but will it haunt us in years to come as do Snuffy, Elmo and Dave Matthews Band? (C'mon, didn't Busted Stuff haunt everyone?)
Spaceman does end with the twice-repeated phrase: it's all in my mind. I guess, depending on how you interpret it, that could be hopeful or despairing. But whatever it means, that phrase-- repeated endlessly-- could win in a punch-out with Elmo loves his goldfish, his crayons too.