Have you ever had an ear worm that niggled and wriggled and embedded itself good and firm in your psyche, playing over and over until you were tempted to lobotomize yourself just to get it to STOP ALREADY?
Being the parent of a young child who watches TV (no matter how little) is basically like that every day, because kids shows have music that is specially designed to never, ever leave your brain. Even if I spend a few minutes listening to my own music every day, I still find myself humming Thomas & Friends songs in the shower every night.
And yet? Little kids never mind. These infectious ear worms bounce right off their tender young minds and come barreling instead straight toward the people most likely to mind. Why is this?
What is it about being a grown up that invites ear worms to make themselves at home between your ears?