remember the bus?
hot, bumpy, full of bad kids
wee one learns so much
The wee one came home from school today with angry eyebrows.
"What's the trouble?" I asked, as he marched down the sidewalk from the bus.
"That kid I told you about called me an asshole of a horse!" [this is the same kid who apparently blew into the wee one's face when the wee one told him he has a brother at home who can't be around germs]
"Well, that's a very awkward insult, if you ask me. Lots of words."
[a glowering look]
"Did he get in trouble?" I ask.
"Yes! BIG trouble!"
"There you go. I'm sorry he called you that, but I'm glad you didn't retort." [pause] "Wait. Did you say anything back?"
"No!" He goes in the house and readies himself for the shower we make him take everyday after school (because we are crazy that way). "Hey, mom?"
"What's a 'dick'? Someone wrote something on the bus seat about some girl liking dick. Is that a person or a thing?"
And this is when I start to wonder… is riding the bus really worth it? Because ugh. If I wanted him to know about assholes and dicks, I would just let him read blogs.