He trotted off to the bus while Marc and I walked with him, poor baby Claire was still asleep in her bed. Luckily the stop isn't far from the house. The bus finally came and he climbed the steps, turning once with teary eyes and said he didn't want to go. We smiled and waved and wished him well. He found a seat behind the driver and they drove away down the boulevard.
I cried like a baby.
I got to be there at the school, and after stopping for my favorite coffee, was able to see him get off the bus.
He found his seat, greeted his teachers, and went on about his day.
And I waited with bells on for our