The wheels on the bus go on and on and on and on.

I'm beginning to think that everything Madan's learned in Kindergarten, he's learned on the bus. I expect him to be up to a pack of Camels by the week's end. That's how it was in my day. Luckily, what he's learned won't stunt his growth, but will unfortunately end any hopes of a career in music.

"Mom, I have a song for you!"

"Great. Let's hear it!" (I was steeling myself for another tone-deaf rendition of the five little mother f'ing pumpkins.)

"Just a small town girl. Living in a loooooooonely woooorld. She took the midnight train goin' anyeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeewhere."

I stood, awestruck. Frozen in time. My jaw dropped wide open. Oh no, he didn't. My boy just belted out Steve Perry and learned my friend J-Bomb's high school prom song.

"Just a city boy. Born an' raised in south Detroit. He took the midnight train goin' anyeeeeeeeeeeeewhere."

I frantically searched for a lighter. Goddamn it. Why didn't I take up smoking? Kaila was staring at Madan like he was a god.

"A singer in a smokin' room. The smell of wine and cheap perfume."

Okay, so he doesn't know all the words...yet. I started singing along.

"For a smile they can share the night. It goes on and on and on and on."

Madan looked at me like I was the rockstar. How the HELL did I know that song, he was wondering?

"Madan!" I shrieked like a groupie, "That was so AWESOME! Where did you learn that?"

"The bus, Mom!"

I immediately did what any mother would do. I planted Madan in front of the computer and searched You Tube for video of Steve Perry. Two minutes later, the Doobies and I were wailing on our air guitars belting out more Journey verse in one night than anyone should in 10 years. The fun went on and on and on and on...