It started out innocuously enough. The song “Call Me Maybe” would play on the the radio, and I’d change the station. It’s an annoying song. Truly. And then a friend posted a link to the Harvard baseball team dancing in their car to the song. She thought it meant she was a cougar, because she liked the boys in the video. I thought it meant I was a total mom because all I could think was, “Why aren’t they wearing their seat belts? I can see them, right there in the corner! Put on the DAMN seat belts!” I played it for the girl. She liked it. And then there was the Barack Obama version. I played it for the kids. They were amused.
And then the kiddos went off to a movie-making camp. And for part of the camp they made a music video. To Carly Rae Jepsen. And that’s when I discovered how much the boy hates the song. I mean it really upsets him. Makes his skin crawl. Which means I now love it. Frequently. At top volume. The girl is in on this.
I find the song online and play it. Today, we were driving home from the library and the song came on just as I pulled into the driveway. I locked the doors and cranked the volume, while the boy tried to frantically claw his way out of the minivan. But I prevailed. I feed lines to the girl. “Hey, I just met you!” I say. And she responds, “And this is crazy!” I whisper to the song to him as he’s falling asleep. “I’d trade my soul for a wish, pennies and dimes for a kiss…” [Edit: Even Cookie Monster is in on it!]
Just another reason of why I deserve the Mom of the Year award. And why he’ll be in therapy before he’s twelve.
Hahaha!!! I LOVE this! The song has the same effect on my boy, and like you, the more he protests, the louder I sing ;o) Ah, yes. This is what motherhood is all about… 😉