It is too hot to fight over the radio

In the last week, darling daughter and I have been fighting over the radio.

I'm a news radio junkie. I may not necessarily agree what the commentators are discussing, but I feel by listening to news radio I have some connection to the outside world. Some days, listening to an adult voice makes me feel sane. Recently, I blogged about darling daughter's love for Johnny Cash. Yes, she loves Johnny Cash. Although Johnny Cash doesn't exactly rock my boat, I do enjoy some of his songs. We've been listening to our one and only Johnny Cash CD for more than a month now and I'm getting tired of listening to his ballads about Folsom Prison and being a boy named Sue.

However, I can't touch the button to change the CD player over to AM radio without darling daughter screaming "song, song." Some times I try to push the envelope, so to speak, but saying, "Mommy wants to listen to talk radio." Doesn't work. "Song, song" soon becomes "SONG, SONG" and then the tears come between her insistence that we listen to Johnny Cash. I've tried to change it while she's napping in her car seat, but she'll wake up and groggily say, "song, song." Quite frankly, she is becoming a dictator when it comes to the radio.

But this week it is simply too hot to fight over the radio. So I continue to listen to Johnny Cash. If this is going to be the reality, then I better invest in a new Johnny Cash CD. There are only so many times a girl can listen to Get Rhythm before it starts to drive her bonkers.

Walking the line with the man in black

Move over Fred Penner, you've got competition.

I kid you not, darling daughter is a Johnny Cash fan. She loves him. His Greatest Hits CD is one of many in our CD collection in our car. Well, darling daughter will say, "song, song" demanding we put on the CD. She particularly enjoys Get Rhythm. Likely due to the fact that dear husband used to sing her the song when she was a baby and she was crying. The other day, she was getting fussy in the car and I immediately put on the CD. Instantly, she was smiling and bopping away in her car seat to Johnny Cash's voice. Who knew?

I guess if we ever take any long road trips we've got to get our hands on some more Johnny Cash tunes. I wonder if she'd like Willie Nelson?