Boys

About 15 minutes after I dropped my kids off at the bus stop, another mum called me to let me know that the bus driver had pulled up, gotten off the bus and let all the children on except our kids.  She said that he stood there looking very serious and pointing at the bus, and unfortunately she couldn’t hear because she was still sitting in her car with her slippers on.  Eventually he allowed them all on, but, she wondered did I know what that was about?

I had no idea. 

None.

So you can imagine, I stewed on it all day.  When I stew I toss and turn if it’s the middle of the night.  Or I clean if it is daytime.  By the time the kids got home the house was spotless, and I was beside myself.

“How was your day?” I asked.
“Fine,” they said collectively.
“Anything unusual happen?” 
“Nah,” they said whilst stuffing their gobs with cupcakes.  Oh yeah, I bake when I’m stressed too.
“Anything happen on the bus?” I asked with the subtlety of a sledghammer.
“Nahmmmff,” they answered.

I waited, trying to be patient.

OK, I didn’t wait.
“Well something must have happened because the bus driver got off and had a talk with you!” I wasn’t half as hysterical as that sounds.  I was not.  And you know what they said?
“How did you know?”
“Because I know stuff, that’s how!”
  It wasn’t my finest moment of parental logic, but there you go.
My eldest is sharp; straight away he jumped to “Don’t worry, it’s all over now,”
“What’s all over now?”
“The fight.”
He was so calm when he said that.  I wonder where he gets that from.
“What fight?” really it’s like pulling teeth isn’t it?
“Ethan yelled in my ear, so I hit him, and then he exploded and we had a bit of a punch up.” At this point I poured myself a glass of wine.  “Then the bus driver yelled at us and made me go and sit up the front near him.”
“So what did he say to you this morning?”
I asked before pouring another glass.
“He said that it was inappropriate to do that on the bus…”
“That’s right because the vehicle is what….kids?  Kids?”
“A deadly weapon”
they droned before Carey continued.  Never miss an opportunity for learning I say.
“ANd then the driver said if we fought again he’d be calling my parents, and his parents” he jerked his thumb at his brother “and get them together for a meeting.”
“Oh, right.  Wait, what?” 
Maybe the thrid glass was too much?
“He didn’t realise we’re brothers.”
“Oh.  Did you tell him?”
“Yeah,”
“And what did he say?”
“He said ‘Oh well, don’t let it happen again’ and he was cool.” 
He was cool?
“Yep,” my eldest said eyeing off another cupcake.  And you know what the best thing about this was?  It was the next thing he said:
“You don’t need to worry about it Mum, we were friends again by dinner.”

Did you hear that?  He called his brother his friend.

I’m not crying.  There’s just a bit of dust in my eye.

4 thoughts on “Boys

  1. Haha, I remember getting in trouble by the bus driver once but it was really my sisters fault. Darn big sisters! It was actually pretty funny though – I was only in year 3, Nat was in year 6. There was a boy in her grade annoying her so she told me to kick him in the you-know-whats. I was a good little sister and did as I was told. Ah, such fond memories I have of my childhood 😉

    And that line about being friends again…awwww totally sweet 🙂

  2. I’ve been known to attack dirty dishes when I’m upset; it’s a constructive, meditative activity that allows me to reflect on and organize my arguments and snippy remarks.

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