I can’t remember the last time I asked you for help mediating one of my own disputes. But I could use a little help with this one.
We’re on a three-week road trip from Orlando to Philadelphia, with stops in the Florida Panhandle (we’re currently at the Holiday Inn Resort here) Atlanta and Washington. It’s all of us — two adults, three kids ages 6, 8 and 11.
Our “banned” list already includes any food that crumbles, particularly cookies and crackers. Our Hertz rental car would look like a federal disaster area, otherwise. There’s also a moratorium on loud toys, like my daughter’s stuffed bear that belts out Take Me Out to the Ballgame.
But we can’t agree on the music.
The Sirius satellite radio with about a billion music and entertainment choices, is a source of endless conflict. What gets played? What doesn’t?
We have our favorite stations as presets. The kids are partial to the “hits” stations at the top of the dial. Our middle son knows all the words and sings along to last summer’s Carly Rae Jepsen hit Call Me Maybe. Really, he does.
Mom has the “First Wave” preset on the car and occasionally clicks on the Jazz station. I’m known to listen to a Reggae channel called “The Joint” when I’m driving the red-eye shift.
After a heated debate, we’ve agreed that it isn’t the preset, but the artists that should get blacklisted. Some musicians are overexposed or just too irritating for words.
You know what I’m talking about. Don’t make me ask Iden to sing Call Me Maybe for you. I will if I have to.
We’ve checked with our Facebook friends and consulted with the kids, and here are the nominees for a permanent and irrevocable ban from the car. Feel free to explain your vote in the comments. My kids will probably want to know why they’re no longer allowed to dance Gangham Style in the back seat. I’d rather defer to you.