KAYLEE'S LUNCHTIME HORRORS

 The little thing was explosive and chattering away like an offended monkey.  

She parked her little 8 y.o. body right behind the bus driver, my hubby, and kept up a stream of irratated verbiage.

He says he couldn't hear all of it, there were other sounds -- heater fan, students jabbers -- so he only heard snippets, maybe a third; but enough to piece together Kaylee's lunchtime horrors.

Kaylee usually sits with the girls.  Today she had to sit with the boys.  And Boaz was "di-sgusting".  Yes, the way she said it, you have to put the syllable break right after the "di".

"Boaz was di-sgusting!"

"He took the lid off of his applesauce cup and licked it with his tongue.  Di-sgusting!"

"Then he burped his ABC's!  Di-sgusting!"

The other boys at the table kept saying, "Chug.  Chug.  Chug."  "He chugged his milk and it came out his nose.  Di-sgusting!"

Hubby bus driver suggested to her, "I think he likes you."

Instantly, affronted, "Ew, I hope I never have to sit there again.  Di-sgusting!"