Yuck. The School Bus.
I was a walker growing up.
We didn't ride it.
I thought the few times I rode to someone's house after school that it was a fun excursion.
I liked walking and being on my time schedule.
Today, I'm cursing the bus.
Here are the reasons why:
Delilah: Mom, what do you do when someone makes mean faces?
Addison: What's the bad H-word?
Delilah: What's it mean if you raise your middle finger?
Addison: What's the bad D-word?
Aaaghh! They're innocence is leaving so much faster than I want it to.
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