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the wheels on the bus

I’ve moved to the back of the bus.

It’s 7:47pm and the sun is on it’s way down. We’ve been in Canada since noon. My children have started their nightly routine. It involves them hanging out the window and waving to the passing cars. They call it “sweet or sour”. The passing cars are sweet if they wave back and sour if they ignore them. They learned this from our friends the Meltons when we visited Puerto Rico. It seemed the population of Puerto Rico was split between sweet and sour, but here – it appears all Canadians are sweet. Either that or they’ve never seen a big blue bus before and they are happy to wave and honk as they pass.

My children have added another dimension to this “sweet or sour” game, and it involves singing. We have a speaker PA thingamajig on the bus. It allows the driver to talk to the passengers on the bus (i.e. “sit down!!” or “Josh, your feet are disgusting, look at the bottom of those bad boys!”), but it also allows him to pipe his voice (or the radio) outside. It’s not quiet. My boys are taking advantage of it to serenade passing cars with “The Wheels on the Bus”. Over and over and over again. Miss B is joining in and singing at the top of her lungs.

The passing cars can hear the singing even through their windows and typically smile and wave. My kids think it is hilarious. They are laughing and joking and causing a giant ruckus. Which is why I’m at the back of the bus.

Jake is a great sport about it – he thinks its as funny as the kids do. He doesn’t even mind as they giggle and laugh and carry on right behind his seat.

Jacob just ran to the back of the bus asking if I had a large piece of paper (???). They want to make a sign for the Canadians. They never received a reception like this in the states where they often got quizzical looks. They are thrilled to pass a smile along to our neighbors to the north.

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