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what I found in the street the day Jack got on the wrong bus




Dessicated baby rattlesnake carcass at the base of somebody's riprap. Jack stepped on it after he got off the bus... his school recently condensed the bus schedule from 3 buses to 2, and while he used to ride Bus B he now rides Bus A. His teacher went home sick this afternoon and wasn't there to make sure he got on the right bus, and forgot to tell the sub to make sure he got on the right bus, and Jack himself forgot to get on the right bus. His first words upon disembarking: "I'm never riding the bus again never ever." But we've talked about it, and he knows now what bus to get on, and I've put a note in his backpack for him to give to the bus driver, and this won't happen again. I told him, "You weren't lost because I knew where you were. And if you ever did get lost I wouldn't sleep and I wouldn't eat until I found you and brought you back to me like that crazy mother in Runaway Bunny." I have a new appreciation for that story now.

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CRUSTYBEEF said…
YIKES with the snake!! carcass or not!

I have a similiar memory with me and the bus when I was in Kindergarten..funny, you just brought it all back to the surface...I'm glad that you were able to show your son how to overcome that bus set back after the fact. Good for you!!
Always,
Crusty~

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wotd: temporize

temporize \TEM-puh-ryz\, intransitive verb:
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