This morning, as he "helped" me make the bed, I asked if he wanted to sing. We quickly exhausted the details of the infamous bus that I knew:
Wheels that go round and round
A driver that goes "Move on back."
People that go up and down
A baby that goes "Wah wah wah" with accompanying crying motions.
A mom that goes "Shh shh shh."
So I asked LO, "Who else is on the bus?"
"The whore on the bus," he replied.
"The whore?" I repeated.
He began to sing: "The whore on the bus goes..."
And at that interesting juncture, he lost interest.