The song ended and Big Sis pleaded "Just one more, puhleeeeeaassee!". I told her she could listen to just a little bit and then we'd go inside... she agreed, so I let the CD continue to the second song, "You Drive Me Crazy". She was wild with glee again, giggling and dancing in her carseat.
And then I turned it off.
Oh. My. Lawd.
What ensued was the biggest, blubbering, crying, whining, hitting, screaming, doggone fit I have ever seen. Huge crocodile tears streamed down her face as she begged me to turn the music back on and let her listen some more. She kicked at me when I tried to remove her from the carseat, as if wanted to have a sit-in protest until she was again allowed to hear Britney. It was awful. Hilarious, but awful. The girl didn't calm down until I told her I'd put some of the music on my old music player so she could listen whenever she wanted.
And as we turned off the lights to go to bed, from her room we could still hear her singing... "hit me baby, one more time..."
Britney, girl, you still got it.