More of Kids On The Bus!

"The world according to kids is hilarious.  Wished it worked that way!"

DH, darling hubby, who is a bus driver to 44 primary and elementary kids said that to me last week.  Some kids names never come up, and some names I hear quite frequently.  I feel I'm getting to know the frequent ones through osmosis, LOL.

Today, darling hubby had to switch busses.  You know those idiot lights, aka check engine lights, that come on on the dash?  When it comes to government issued equipment they have to be checked out.

So this new-to-him, old school bus is what he calls a transit bus, not the conventional type.  On this one the lights went out on his dash and it took a while for him to figure out how to get them working again.  His assigned bus is all computerized, push button.

This old bus, you and I can relate to.  It has an old heater under the rear seat.  You know the kind, boxy, metal covered, painted green;  sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't.

Little Lisa flung her coat on top of the old heater.  It promptly got sucked in and stuck in the fan.  All upset she began squealing, "I broke the bus!"

DH tells her with a wink, "Lisa you're breaking my buses faster than the mechanics can fix 'em!"

Then there's the "class clown" Jason.  When Jason got on the bus he was pinching his fingers and thumb together making pinches like a bird pecking at seeds in the air, "Flertie, flertie, flertie, flertie, flertie."  He gets close to DH and lightly pretend pinches his jacket, "Flertie," he says again.

DH, "Jason, what are you doing?"
Jason, "I'm flirting with you."

DH chuckles, "Jason, go sit down."

And we have Ethan.  Ethan lives with just his godmother.  Ethan wants more than his share of the candy canes which DH offers to the kids on Fridays after school.  It's kind of a bribe for them to behave next week.

All kids love sweets.  All kids want more than one.  Ethan wanted four.  He asked, "Can I have 3 more.  For my sisters, ssss."  DH asked, "Sisters, ssss?"

Ethan replied affirmatively, "Yes, sisters, ssss."

Laughing DH admonished, "Ethan, you may have one for you and one for your godmother."

Ethan reached in, took two.  Then, he reached in again and took 2 more.  DH looks at me with a twinkle, knowing the boy had tried snookering him, "I guess in his world he has 3 sisters, ssss!"  Hilarious how that works!