If I had $1 for each time I caught myself listening to terrible pop music when Alexis wasn't in the car, I'd have enough money to buy out Justin Bieber and make sure he never sings again. Alas, that isn't how it works, so it's not unusual to catch me screeching to "Sorry" at a stop light before I realize what's happening.
I swear I don't like the music. It's just that I'm so used to it at this point that I don't notice it.
Alexis controls my music world. Fact.
I've often wondered how that came to be. How did I, a person with all of the opinions and a very strong will, end up becoming the victim of the cruel joke that is a 10 year-old in charge of the radio dial?
I FIGURED IT OUT TODAY!
Some time in the past few weeks, I realized that Mila was singing a song I recognized. "The Wheels on the Bus." She only knows a few of the lyrics, but it's a very recognizable tune. "Up and down, up and down" is a favorite part, but "Babies go waaah, waaah, waaah" is easily the best ever. Mila has the hand motions down and all of that, so of course Alexis and I keep prompting her to sing it. It's a full time job encouraging a toddler to be extra cute, and we're happy to perform the work without monetary compensation.
After a few weeks of Mila singing what she knew on her own, it occurred to me that I didn't really remember all of verses. One thing led to another and the next thing you know, "Wheels on the Bus" is blaring in my car. And Alexis and I were singing along.
THAT'S IT. THAT'S HOW IT STARTS.
The small people are so darn adorable when they sing that you can't help but poison your own mind with terrible music. You play it because ADORABLE. Then they learn a new song and then another and eventually they're worshipping at the alter of Demi Lovato and you find yourself singing along.
It's the adorableness. The toddler adorableness.
I'm glad Alexis enjoyed her reign as the Goddess of the Radio Dial. She's about to transfer her powers to a toddler with a love for songs about a bus.
