Yo Gabba Gabba’s biggest fan might actually be me, sadly. I added all of the available music to my phone so Ava could listen it to on the way to and from daycare. Initially she was very excited. But a few songs into yesterday’s commute I noticed a weird thing. She was silent. I turned around and she was contentedly sucking her thumb and looking out the window. Meanwhile I had been singing along the entire time. I’m not sure how many songs we had gone through at that point, but it was at least four. Naturally, I just assumed that she was tired, so I tried again this morning after our car routine. The car routine, if you are curious, generally involves her telling me where we are going and who is going to be there, followed by her telling me everything she sees outside…trees, cars, buildings and sometimes and airplane. And if we’re lucky, we’ll see a helicopter (a strange and also unexpected bonus of living near the District.) Beyond that the car ride varies depending on her mood. So this morning I put Yo Gabba Gabba back on, and started to sing along absent-mindedly as I drove and again discovered that I was singing along by myself. She just didn’t care. Until recently this was her favorite song (and mine too apparently:)
I asked her if she was ok and she was fine of course. I went down the list of things she likes to do in the car (sing songs, play the alphabet game, etc.) When she said no to everything I asked her if she’d like to listen to something different and she said “mommy put on Goyte please.” So, at two years old my daughter is already cooler than me. I have already started to cross the line when the parent becomes decidedly un-cool. It’s only a matter of time until I become embarrassing. No more street cred over here folks.