My kids are not quiet when we are traveling and they are in their car seats. Goobs asks questions and repeats the question over and over until he gets a response that suits him. "Did you see the blue truck, Dad? It's big, huh? Dad, it's big, right? Dad, it's big. The blue truck, Dad." If you try to ignore him, he becomes louder and more persistent. You have to answer him to his satisfaction to return to some sort of quiet and sanity. Of course, it all starts again when he sees something else. The Bun, on the other hand, is our singer of gibberish-at extremely high decibel levels. The tunes sound kind of like this... "Plah, Plah, Plah, da da da la da dum. Plah, plah plah..."
It's funny because, despite his own irritating questions and commentary, Goobs can't stand the Bun's singing. If she starts singing, he tells her to be quiet. She usually amps up the volume after a couple of "Sami, be quiet" shouts. Goobs then has to crank up his complaints to her. Within a couple minutes of singing, we've got a battle of the bands going on between car seats...The Bun, banging out her "Plah, Plah, Plah's," and Goobs howling for her to be quiet. J and I turn up the radio and just laugh in the front seat. It's entertaining, but we're so happy when we get home and get the kids into bed.
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Ah, the backseat broken record. LN will repeat until someone acknowledges what she said.
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