The Number 10
Seth’s big field trip was a bus ride to the museum. An odd choice I think for rowdy 5 year old children, mostly boys. Running my errands, I drove past his class all crowded around the bus stop. I’d assumed they’d rent a yellow bus, and sure enough, when Seth got home, the only thing he had to say about it was his disappointment in not getting to ride a yellow school bus. He’d ridden the public transit bus, The Number 10.
So now we see The Number 10 bus all over town, and Seth yells from the back seat, his little barbaric challenges, like, “I hate you, Number 10!” or “Oh, no! Not again!” or “I’ll get you for this Number 10!”
