Actually, the only questionable thing about this album is that it’s by the Barenaked Ladies, and any time you say that you’re guaranteed to hear titters of laughter from the preadolescents the back seat (just like when you say, “titters,” or “annals,” come to think of it; and here I thought this was a family blog).

The songs are hilarious, and great for kids and adults alike.  Seriously.  It kicks of with 789, about how everybody’s scared of 7 because, you guessed it, 789.  There’s Eraser, an ode to the timeless de-writing implement that starts out as a clever little ’50s doo-wop number and then veers into Bohemian Rhapsody territory.  There’s the Crazy ABCs, in which your child will learn that A is for aisle, D is for djinn, H is for Hour, J is for jalapeños, and around 22 others.

Connor seems to think it’s fun to listen to, and so do we.  Thoroughly worth a listen.

(huh huh.  I said “titter.”)