Last week was the last day of school. Both kids came home with a mix of emotions, and ran off the school bus eager to tell me all the sad and tragic and happy things. My oldest is starting middle school in the fall so he is dealing with the excitement of moving up, combined with sadness at leaving his elementary school and a healthy amount of fear of the unknown. We talked and hugged, checked out their report cards, had a snack, and I sent them out to play.
About a half-hour after later, Leah came running inside to tell me that their bus driver had driven by our house on his motorcycle to give them a present! She promptly checked with the kids next door and down the street and confirmed that she and her brother were the only lucky recipients of a special gift from the bus driver. Why this matters to her, I don’t know. Everything’s a competition when you’re eight, even winning favor from your school bus driver.
Then I saw what the bus driver got them. HE GAVE EACH OF THEM AN AIR HORN.
You guys, what do you think my kids DID to the bus driver this year, exactly? And why is he punishing ME for it? I am guessing he holds me responsible in some way. I swear, I knew nothing of any misbehavior on the bus this year. If they did something to tick him off, he could have just talked to me about it and I would have nipped it in the bud. That’s the kind of parent I am. I am a bud-nipper.
But no. Instead, he bided his time. Waiting. For just the right moment. For the first day of summer vacation, when they were returned fully to our care for two whole months. When he KNEW there was no way they could bring those devil’s instruments on the bus. He’s no fool.
On the bright side, they have learned a few musical tunes. See “Jaws on the air horn” below.