Although ultimately I know this is a good thing, it makes me sad that Owen rides the bus. He gets on at 8:20, which means I have an extra 45 minutes each day to do all the things I complain about never having enough time to do, namely cleaning (and who doesn’t want more of that, I ask you). He loves the bus. It has monkeys on it. It is the monkey bus. But it’s kind of sad to see him scramble up the steps and wave goodbye every time he gets on. So I’ll have to console myself with some hard core toilet cleaning, and maybe some chocolate cake.
Owen Rides December 4, 2007