Weeeeeeeee!

There are two groups at the bus stop. The twenty plus school age children, and the six preschoolers. Three girls, three boys. Two of the boys are three. And hysterical. Typically they wear matching superman pajamas and fly around screaming. One of the boys is the child of the woman who is famous for getting drunk and harassing Kenny and I right after we moved to the neighborhood. I like her. She makes me laugh. The other boy is the brother of Jill's good friend, Faith.

This morning, was crazy. As the bus pulls up, one mother realizes that they forgot lunches at home. They live on the end of the street. Another mother is parked at the bus stop, and offers to drive her to her house and back to get the lunches. This sends her first grader into hysterics, because she can not hug her mother goodbye. The younger children are running crazy. No one is really paying attention to them. Surprisingly, Jill is already on the bus, sitting down. She is looking out the window at Emmi and waving. Suddenly, she jumps up and runs to the front of the bus.

"MOOOOMMMMYYY! MOOOOMMMMMY! LOOK!"

Oh no. What has Emmi done now?

"LOOK AT RYAN AND HUNTER!"

Laughter. A whole bus full of laughter. The parents turn in unison. Two butts. Pants around ankles. Two little boys PEEING on the neighbor's house.

Emmi stands off to the side yelling, "MO. MO WAY. MIME OUT. THAT'S BAD."

I am so glad I have girls.