We played the first thing that came to our heads
We took Nico to visit out-of-town friends the weekend before Halloween and about an hour into our 1 ½ hour drive, he started to get fussy. I have this thing I do with babies and pets where I make up dialogue for them, so I said on Nico's behalf, "This is boring! I'm bored! I want a travel Etch-a-Sketch! I want travel Battleship! I want a DVD player like all those kids on the car commercials have!" MB replied, "Too bad. Those kids have jobs." I was about to retort that they didn't when I realized that actually, they do. They're paid to be in those commercials. And thus, we devised our comeback to all future shouts from our offspring about wanting such-and-such that they saw on TV. Sorry, kids! Outfoxed!
Then, after I sang "The Ants Go Marching" four times back-to-back because it was the only thing that kept Nico from crying, MB hooked up his iPhone to the car stereo and we belted out a duet of Tenacious D's "Tribute." I'm not sure the baby was impressed, but we had a good time. Hopefully Nico won't need a similar serenade this afternoon when he and I drive solo to meet up with a bunch of friends for a weekend away at a swank cabin on the river. MB has to teach Saturday morning and won't be meeting us until tomorrow afternoon, and there's only so many times I can tell the story of the greatest song in the world.