When going on a road trip with a passenger you expect to have to compromise on what jams you are going to listen to. I am fine with this concept.  I am a pretty open person and like a variety of musical choices and consider myself eclectic and interested in being exposed to new things.  But usually my co-pilot is familiar with the concept ‘give and take’ – so there is some sort of level playing field when it comes to choice. But riding with The Munch in the car is like traveling with a miniature dictator.  For the past year, all we could listen to was her “Munchee Music” and often 67 times in a row.  I don’t know how many times you have heard ‘Wheels on the Bus’ back to back, but let me tell you, more than twice is definitely US Military grade torture.

Now that she has memorized all her kid music crap, The Munch has decided that she will expand her horizons and lets me play my “Mamma Music,” but not without opinion- that is for damn sure.  And she not only does she have something to say about what music I listen to, but how I listen to it.

Munch: “No Mamma, no I don’t like that song.”

Toni: “Munch, you do like this song.  This is ‘All Night Long.”  This is a classic.”

Munch: “No it is not a classic.”

Toni: “Yeah, pretty sure Lionel Richie is classic.”

Munch: “Change it Mamma I don’t like it.”

Toni: “Fine.”

Munch: “Noooooo!! I don’t like this song either.”

Toni: “Well Munch, this is John Mayer so I am going to have to agree with you on this one.”

Munch: “Change it!!!!!!”

Toni: “Good call.”

Munch: “Stop Mamma, don’t press!!! I like this one!!!”

Toni: “You like experimental jazz on NPR??”

Munch: “Don’t press Mamma!! I like it!!”

Toni: “Ugggghhhh no!! I can’t take it.  It is too frenetic!”

Munch: “Don’t change it!”

Toni: “I have to!  Here… to you like this song???  Its ‘Immigration Song’ … Zeppelin.”

Munch: “I like this song….. NO MAMMA DON’T DANCE!!!!”

Toni: “Munch I want to dance! I like this song!”

Munch: “NO MAMMA!! STOP DANCING!!!!! STOP!!”

Toni: “MUNCH… Don’t be such a dick!”

Munch: “But I want to be a dick.”

Okay fine… it was not the best idea to call my two-year old a dick… and I do regret it.  But it was kind of worth it.  And that is really controlling telling me not to dance right?? Who doesn’t like car-dancing to songs they like???