Tales from the Bus Stop – One
I have three little ones ranging in age from 12 to 15, and lucky for me, they all attend the same school. Every morning, we all pile into the great minivan and cruise to the bus stop, where we have odd conversations. I enjoy those times, because it gives me real insight into what and how my kids are thinking and also gives me a change to spout off a thread of wisdom or two. Over the years, I’ve gathered quite a bit of stories, so let me share some with you here. I present to you….Tales from the Bus Stop. The Players Number 1 son: oldest son, 15 Daughter: 14 Littlest: 12 (also plays trumpet….important later). Story #1 Number 1 son: (terrible Russian accent) In Russia, road forks you. Daughter: That is the dumbest thing I ever heard. (Meanwhile, I’m laughing) No. 1 son: Do not dispute Mother… Continued





