This year, the boys don’t take the bus to school. Instead, Allen and I have the fun of taking them on a 25 minute drive every morning. This morning I drove. On the way, the boys suggested possible blog topics: dead goldfish haunting our old house, Weston losing two teeth, Grace’s silly phrases, my job changes, etc.—all good ideas.
Then we arrived at the school. I pulled over in front of the school, and noticed cars starting to line up behind me. I looked toward the back two rows of seats, “Hey, boys, have a fun day!”
I didn’t see any movement in the back seats. I glanced in the rearview mirror where other vehicles were waiting for the prime drop-off spot. “Come on, guys, we’re holding up traffic.”
I saw a movement but quickly realized it was only Cooper stretching. After a long pause, I heard zipping. “Why do I hear zipping? What did you possibly unzip during this car ride?”
Someone started kicking at a seat. “Why is no one leaving the car? All of you get out now.”
I could feel the car shake a little, and I noticed Weston was bouncing on his seat. “Out! Now!”
Behind me the cars started to honk their horns in annoyance since we were exceeding the quick one minute drop off time intended for the spot.
Cooper then started shouting, “You are supposed to get out first, Kimball. I’m waiting for you and your dumb poster.”
Kimball began to shout back, “I have to get my lunch and book in my backpack, Stupid.”
Weston joined in by making random noises. Cooper, still not leaving the car, hit Kimball’s poster repeatedly, “I guess I’ll just destroy your poster then.”
Finally someone opened the door and all three boys burst out, stomping away. Of course, the left the car door open. They also left me with a new blog topic.
