My toddler has a playlist. She has, um, strong feelings about her music choices. And she can get pretty upset when we can’t understand what she’s asking us to play.
I understand. I used to sing “Rock Me on the Desk” and I can’t tell you how many church hymns I had wrong–“Lead on O Kinky Turtle” for example. I’ve had a fun (and occasionally frustrating) time understanding Norah’s car ride song requests. Here is a sampling. Betcha you can’t figure them out either.
“Oh Grayson” (she has a cousin named Grayson)