Riding the Bus

A couple of years ago the biggest thing about going to school was riding the bus. It was terribly exciting and the bus driver knew the names of all of the kids.

Fast forward two years. The bus is noisy. Kids are mean. One of the only friends you have on the bus is a kindergardner and you can't sit with him because the front seats are reserved only for kindergardners. The older kids sit further back - the higher the grade, the further back in the bus. It doesn't matter, that there are only two stops after yours, you can't sit in the front three rows of the bus.

So, if your other friend is on vacation to Disney World, what do you do? You sit with the kid whom you thought was your friend, but who tells you to talk to the hand? The same kid who tells you to sit by the window and as soon as you move over he switches seats? It's a brutal world out there for a happy kid with odd quirks who just wants to be friends with everybody.

So what do we do? We bleed through our hearts and drive our precious cargo to school.

And listen to him singing all the way.

And watch his backpack bounce as he dances toward the front door.