This morning on the way to school a big yellow school bus came flying up our (narrow) street so fast they nearly ran me into the non-existent ditch.
Boy Child: Bus drivers always drive really fast.
Boy Child: It's true. They hate their jobs so bad they just have to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Then, we came upon a large group of men standing around a orange "MEN WORKING" sign.
Boy Child: That sign is not accurate. It should read: MEN WAITING IN LINE FOR THE PORT-A-JOHN
Boy Child: Seriously, look at that guy. You can tell he's wishing he didn't have that second breakfast burrito.
Me: I know, right?
Several minutes later.
Boy Child: I'm glad that Port-A-Johns were invented. It's probably illegal to just poop in the wild. Unless you're a wolf. No one's giving a wolf a ticket!
Me: Sweetheart, I'm going to need you to get out of the car and go into the school now.
These are the things that make it worthwhile to wait in the drop-off lane. These are the reasons I never, ever turn on the radio when my children are in the car.