THE kids were happy, Tamara was oblivious, but Aidan simply couldn’t filter out the Wiggles’ ‘Hot Potato’ pumping out of the car speakers like radon gas. Squeezing the steering wheel Aidan recalled his youth when his father had uncompromisingly monopolised the car stereo. When little Aidan groaned at yet another Glen Campbell number, his father would say that he could choose the bloody music the day he settled the damn car repayments. When his time came, however, Aidan meekly ceded his rights. Okay, he thought, contemplating the off button and the pending meltdowns, time to wear the damn pants.