One of the super-fun amaza-crazing things about being an aunt — getting to pick the driving-my-nephew-around soundtrack.
Only problem– he gets attached to one song (“NOOOO! the california girl song*!”) and doesn’t want to hear anything else.
(*Breakfast in America, “See the girls in California”, and yes, it’s not the most obvious lyric to pick up on)
Even though I could play him this:
And one day… I’ll have him requesting this:
Title credit: Supertramp, Breakfast in America