We pulled into the local produce market, and the car radio was blaring the first verse and chorus of an AC/DC song (hey, don't judge -- she doesn't get the subtleties of shaking one all night long). Caroline was thrashing her head around while clutching the chest clip of her carseat, and I put the car into park.
"Mama! Don't! Don't turn off the car! I have to finish rockin' out!"