>The Mr. is working today and I have the day off. Glorious, luxurious day home alone! I had the pleasure of taking B to school this morning, on the bus. It was a good day to ride the bus, too – the ‘reserved’ seats in the front were occupied by middle aged ladies (rather than scowling teenagers) who scrambled to give us a seat.
B’s been singing lately – I guess you would call it that: he chants nonsense words to a tune of his own choosing. So he sang for our fellow passengers, and talked nonstop about the bus, and wheels, and asked “What’s that, mommy?” every thirty seconds. And all of this made me ridiculously happy, because I saw the ladies around us watching and smiling in approval, and probably remembering when their (now grown and gone) children were B’s age, and were happy and unaware of anything but the joy of an adventure. It was a reminder to me that the most mundane moments often engender the most wonder.