Making Lemonade

A few nights ago, Acorn requested “silly songs” as we drove home. I thought “18 Wheels on a Big Rig” might amuse him.

I was rewarded with the purest of laughter, a new way to delight my boy, and an earworm that just won’t die. The part where you count in Roman numerals is particularly stuck in my head: two days and counting of just eight bars of music, stuck in a permanent loop. That, incidentally, was the part that made Acorn laugh hardest.

It was worth it.