My son is obviously going to be a serial monogamist when he gets older. Since he was about 18 months of age, he has picked one favorite song - a song that he must hear over and over in the car. (And over and over and over and over.)
Barney sing-a-longs? No. The Wiggles? No.
At 18 months, he began two years of Who Let the Dogs Out. Somehow I survived this period. (I still have an automatic gag reflex when I hear the song today.)
I was so happy when it switched to Bad to the Bone at age 3 1/2. At first. Now I will never be able to enjoy Bad to the Bone quite the same again.
The funny part was the look on friends' faces when they asked him what his favorite song was. Bad to the Bone, he would say. They would look at me quizzically. Like a kid's version?, they would ask. No, like George Thoroughgood and the Destroyers Baddest Hits, I would say and smile proudly.
I don't know why I was surprised when the song changed this week (at exactly 5 1/2 - that's when the two-year math fact hit me). His new love? Alicia Keys' Heartburn. I have heard the song 50 times already this week.
I have a feeling that by two years from now the opening chords of the song will instantly cause heartburn at my house.