Or more accurately, Nic loves Ke$ha. We discovered by accident when he was about 8 weeks old, that “Tik Tok” silenced his cries. (My husband still claims that the only reason he had that song on his iPhone is because he downloaded it for my 11 year-old-niece, but I think that he just likes to wake up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy.)
Well, fast forward a few months and we were on our way to Tahoe for the Fourth of July. We were cruising along and Nic was napping until we hit a MAJOR traffic snarl. The stoplights on 19th Avenue in the City will interrupt Nic’s traveling naps, so I knew that the long line of stopped cars was going to be trouble for us. My husband slowed our car to a stop, and in less than 30 seconds we heard stirring in the back seat. We looked at each other searchingly and helplessly as Nic started to cry. How could we make it stop?
After several minutes of replacing the binky and singing the Wheels on the Bus, I saw Shaun grab his iPhone. I was about to yell at him for checking his fantasy team while driving (granted, we were stopped, but iPhones and driving do not mix!), and then I heard the sweet sounds of “Your Love is My Drug” starting to pump out of the phone’s tiny speakers. Almost immediately, Nic was quiet.
I couldn’t believe that it had worked again. Maybe it was just a fluke, I thought to myself. The song ended and the cries started again. It was true, our son loved Ke$ha. What could we do but embrace it? For the next hour, while we inched slowly toward Tahoe, we happily sang and danced to the grunge-y popstar in the front seat, while Nic slept peacefully in the back.