Yesterday at Target, crocoKid found a children's musical CD with a cartoon bus on the cover.  When she saw the bus, she began churning her arms and singing "wheels on the bus".  Indeed, "wheels on the bus" was one of the 20 hit songs featured on the disc, so we bought it for her.

We popped it into the car's CD player and our two year-old was very happily singing along with "wheels on the bus."  I scanned the songs to see what else she might like, and decided on "she'll be coming around the mountain."

So there we were, driving down the highway, crocoWife and I singing "she'll be coming around the mountain" at the top of our voices.  I turned around so I could witness firsthand all the fun crocoKid was surely having in the back seat.  She had turned to ice.

She looked at me with disgust, as if the song was the equivalent of musical porn.  She shook her head with dismay, put her ipod earphones in her ears, and looked away, gazing out the window and yearning for better days with better songs.

Yes, my wife and I are now the Griswolds.  We sing children's songs in the car that are too childish even for a two year-old.