We were getting ready to take Thomas to school. We've had to drop him off and pick him up since they tried to switch schools on us and I said NO. Apparently, that means that you can't use the bus anymore. Last year we dropped him off, and he took the bus home. So, we were getting ready to go, and transportation calls and says that his bus is on the way, and do I want it to pick him up? What? Well, no, I do like to drop him off - I like to see him run pell-mell down the sidewalk, dodge the teacher's aides, and hurl himself at his teacher. I like to see how excited he is to be there. I like to have more contact with his teacher. "But can he take it on the way home?" I asked? Why, yes, he can.
The best part is, his teacher went out of her way to get him on the busing list again - she's that sort of teacher. We love her.
So Thomas gets to take the bus again! Hooray! When I told him, he said "YAY! I get on, ofay?" Yes, you can get on, and it will take you home. "YAY!" Big bear-hugs follow, tight ones, along with yummy smooches.
That's my boy.
This is a picture of Thomas' very first bus ride - right after his 3rd birthday. That day I followed the bus to his school, so that I could see him get off - I wish I could show you the picture that nearly breaks my heart to look at -his little nose peeking up over the top of the window ledge. This one is good, too, though - such a small boy, such a big bus.