In keeping with my commitment to being the last family in town to get whatever it is all the other families are buying, I held out for a long time against getting the soundtrack to Frozen.
(In case you’re wondering what other things my kids insist we’re the last family in America to get, we don’t have an Xbox, a wii, cable TV, or a football. We do have Netflix, so the kids are getting to watch the entire Little House on the Prairie series—starring the inimitable Michael Landon—from the beginning. I still cannot figure out why it is my children aren’t considered the coolest kids in their grades.)
Lilah’s kindergarten teacher was playing the soundtrack in the classroom, so the frenzy was getting stoked, regardless. Lilah was incessantly babbling about an eternal winter and telling me she got the feeling I didn’t know. Finally, I took the hint and, nudged on by the fact that Zachary’s Glee! class is performing Frozen, downloaded the soundtrack.
I was rewarded for my capitulation by glancing in the rearview mirror on Sunday and seeing them singing “Let it Go” together, although I’m pretty sure that Zachary was singing his parody, entitled “Let it Rip.” He’s nine.
It’s about twelve kinds of adorable to watch Lilah sing these songs, and fifty-seven kinds of sweet to watch Zachary actually interacting with his little sister. (Benjamin, the surly one, maintains a staunch opposition to said soundtrack being played in his presence.)
Every morning, after the boys head out to walk to school, I drive Lilah to her school with the soundtrack playing blaring and her shouting, “Stronger than a hundred men!” in the backseat. When we arrive at school, we sit in the parking lot with the engine off, finishing out whichever song we’re on. When you own the Frozen soundtrack, every moment is a Driveway Moment.
Then I take her in, and she reminds me: “Mommy, when you get in the car, can you please turn it off so that… you know…” Yes, yes, I do know. You want the soundtrack to pick up exactly where we left off when I get you in the afternoon, so I shouldn’t listen to it on the drive home.
Because after getting three kids ready for school and listening to you sing about how love is an open door, what I really want to do is get back in the car and listen to the Frozen soundtrack all by myself.