today i was driving the rather short drive to the gym that’s over the river and through the woods, literally. i got stuck behind the local elementary school bus (i’m not that small of a town/county. contrary to what people think, there are 7 high schools in my county compared to 1 or 2 on the eastern shore). as i was waiting for the 5th time for this huge monstrasity in the ugliest yellow to drop off another whiney, sticky hand, cry baby to its over-bearing, over-protecting, my child is special and a genius and can do no wrong parent, i was stunned, but only for a moment. there, at the end of the driveway was not a mother waiting in her hybrid SUV chatting away on her blackberry, but this kid’s older sibling. on a 4-wheeler. with a helmet. waiting. the little girl got off the bus, hopped on the 4-wheeler and got driven home by her brother like it wasn’t a big deal.
i was a little shocked, though i shouldn’t be. because my own brother picked me up from the bus stop one time like that. but it wasn’t a 4-wheeler. it was a tractor.
have a good day. go be country. but make sure you brush and floss. we can’t live up to every stereotype.