Wagon wheel

This morning Wagon Wheel was playing. Darius Rucker lives some place between us and Sullivan's, so it feels like they're playing Darius every 4th song. 

Quinn must have recognized it. The song ended and Quinn continued to break it down in her car seat. I turned down the radio chatter and starting belting it out for her.

Me: Rock me mama like a wagon wheel.. Cora (screaming over me): stop it. The song ended. It isn't your turn anymore, mommy, stop singing!

Me: rock me mama like the wind and the rain...

Cora: (matter-of-fact announcement) Mommy. Mommy. We don't rock our babies in the rain!

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