Dear Jude, you have a mom who, being classically trained, has sung to you from you were in the womb. Seeking to instill a sense of culture, I sang you arias, I sang you hymns and I sang you playlist-worthy selections from modern jazz, folk, pop and R&B hits. How was I, a first time mom, to know that no matter what class of music you were exposed to, you would inevitably and irrevocably fall prey to the inexplicable baby-bait magic of “The Wheels on the Bus”? Thank you for the morning laughs when upon reading (again) the story of Jesus blessing the children, you insisted that “Jesus hug and bless the children and sang WHEELS ON THE BUS to all of them, theee end AMEN,” before insisting we sing Wheels on the Bus. “Like Jesus, Mommy.” Yes. Indeed. WWJD = Wheels on the Bus.