While I was home for spring break, I had the rare opportunity to see Tyler on and off the bus each day. I noticed every day that he slid into the front seat by himself and emerged from the same seat when he came home again.
“Tyler, why don’t you sit with Toby?” I asked him one of those days after he waved to Mr. Rich, his bus driver, hopped off the steps and began trudging up the driveway.
“Cause Toby sits in the first grade row,” he explained. “I have to sit in the kindergarten row.”
“But you don’t have to sit alone if you don’t want to,” I persisted. “If you want to sit with Toby in the first grade row, I’m sure Mr. Rich wouldn’t mind.”
“That’s OK,” he said as we entered the house, “I like sitting by myself. When I’m in first grade, I’ll sit in the first grade row. When I’m in second grade, I’ll sit in the second grade row. And when I’m in the twelfth grade, I’ll sit in the twelfth grade row!”
These days whenever my boy says something cute, I stifle my laughter, because now he’s old enough to think I’m laughing at him.
“Well, when you’re in the twelfth grade, you’ll be seventeen years old,” I explained. “That means you’ll be able to drive yourself to school. You might even have your own car!”
He gasped and dropped his backpack to the floor.
“Maybe I’ll even have my own entire BUS!” he exclaimed.
Ladies of Simsbury High School, class of 2023, watch out. The hot guy in the Blue Bird is coming your way.