That Darned Little White Whale (Baby Beluga)

It's official. E.'s favorite song is "Baby Beluga." I know this because almost immediately after we get in the car, from the backseat I hear "Baby Beluga, please?" And then after the song has played once through, the question comes again. And again and again, until I give in and we've listened to it the entire way to wherever we are going.

I would say that on average we go somewhere at least once a day and one car trip usually affords us enough time to hear "Baby Beluga" at least four times. That means I'm listening to the song at least 8 times a day, 56 times a week, and almost 3,000 times a year. How can one little person like a song that much?

Sometimes, if we're lucky, E. forgets or doesn't notice when the song has ended and we make it to track number two, which isn't a bad song in my humble opinion. However, we never make it past or even all the way through track four before E. realizes we are wasting valuable time during which we could be listening to "Baby Beluga."

Needless to say, I practically have the song memorized. I know all about that little white whale on the go. But I'm not sure I agree with the line "Sing your little song, sing for all your friends, we like to hear you." We might have liked you once, but we'd like a break. We'd like to hear something else. Anything else. Please.

(For your enjoyment:)

P.S. Not sure why the truck has to be the microphone, but I do know that a microphone is always, always necessary.