I've found, upon occasion, when the girls are getting crazy in the car, the radio applied at sufficiently loud volume tends to smooth things over — especially 105.9 The Edge or Jack-FM.
This morning, on the way to Quinn's school, one of the stations was playing Tom Petty's "You Got Lucky". Quinn asked who the singer was, I said "Tom Petty."
Celeste started riffing on his name: "Tom Puppy," "Tom Perry," "Tom Reddy," ...
Quinn then piped up, "Oh, I thought it was Jesus."
I asked why she thought that, and she replied, "Because he's singing with a strong voice."
Celeste then starting talking about "Tom Spaghetti."