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The Big Yellow School Bus


 Chet has been home this week and has been able to take Avery to school in the mornings.  On this particular morning, Avery held his hand on the way, but only until they got into the crowd of kids when she suddenly dropped his hand.  It's not cool to hold hands with your dad in front of your friends.  Then she wouldn't allow him to come any further than the school doors.


Every day before lunch, the kids wait by the door for the school bus to bring Avery home.  She was supposed to take a van every day, but for some reason the bus company changed their mind and she now comes home on a bus.


Without fail, every single day, the bus driver drives right by our house.  On the first few days, he drove past and I saw Avery's face in the window, with a look that said, "Hey, that was my house!" They'd have to go back around the block and try it again.  On day 4, I stood out on the sidewalk and flagged him down as he was about to whiz past.  He slammed on the breaks and all the kids on the bus flew forward, their heads hitting the seats in front of them.  But he stopped in time and Avery got off at our house on the first try.

Yesterday, he drove about a block too far, then stopped and backed up.  I had been outside and as Avery hopped off of the bus, he waved and made a comment about how he misses our house every time.  At least he admits it.



Tucker had long since given up on waiting on this day, as it was taking longer than usual, but Piper was glued, waiting for the skoo bas.


I had my camera ready to take a picture of her coming off of the bus, as I had been forgetting all the other days.  I've been too busy flagging down the bus to remember to take a picture.


As I snapped away, I noticed that she wasn't smiling.  In fact, she was bawling.

"The kids on the bus were being mean to me!"  she sobbed.  "It was ter-r-r-rible!"

I could still see the bus as it drove away and immediately wanted to stop that bus and demand to know what was going on, but I resisted.  I was sure she was just being dramatic.

I wiped her tears and sat down on the couch with her to hear her story.

According to Avery, she and two of her friends were sitting in a seat.  While the bus was in motion, her two friends got up and ran to the back of the bus to sit in another seat.  Avery knew that you weren't supposed to move seats while the bus was moving and chose to stay in her seat.  She tried to get her friends to come back but they wouldn't.  She interpreted this as they were running away from her and being mean.

I told her that if this was indeed the true story, I was very proud of her for following the rules, despite what her friends may think.

The next day, she hopped off the bus, happy, exclaiming, "I have a boyfriend!"

I almost fell over.

"You have a WHAT?" I asked.

"A boyfriend."  she said, matter of factly.  "A friend who is a boy. He sat with me on the bus, next to me and my friends.  He doesn't have any other friends so I said he could be our friend."

I sighed a sigh of relief, kind of, not really, but kind of.

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