I wonder what car rides sounded like to my parents when we were growing up. I do remember on long car trips that we would sometimes sing songs. One of my favorites was the Corner Master's Store where you took the person's name and rhymed what they were doing in the store. For some reason my brother was always doing something naughty in the store.
"There was Chris, Chris, giving a girl a kiss,
In the store, in the store
There was Chris, Chris, giving a girl a kiss,
In the Corner Master's Store.
My eyes are dim, I cannot see, I have not brought my specks with me,
I have not brought my spectacles with me."
My boys are not big on singing. Well...Smiley likes to sing and hum but the rest of them do not. When Wannabe, Giggles and Smiley first joined our family I learned that they love hotrods. We would drive in the car and the boys would call out when they saw a hotrod. I taught them that when you see a Volkswagon buggy you say "punch buggy" and then name the color. (Brett beat me today in punch buggies on our ride home from the doctor. He found three and I found two. Shameful...I usually do better than that. I blame it on the anesthesia.)
Unfortunately, the boys have taken to calling out not only buggies and hotrods but other items as well. They shout if they see minis, tractors, and motorcycles. If a vehicle is yellow they call out "bingo". They even call out port-a-potties. The result is a cacophony of sound with kids shouting out words and then arguing over who saw it first.
On Wednesday of this week I could stand the noise no longer and told them they were relegated back to hotrods and buggies.
Blessed silence. For a few moments at least- until the next hotrod came along.
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