It was the highlight of the week, really

It was a big event on Tuesday. It was Zoey's first field trip ever...and even she can't remember where she went, because it doesn't matter. What matters is that they went somewhere ON. THE. BUS.

Tuesday morning, field trip day, she bounced out of bed far earlier than necessary, and every question or excited statment about her upcoming day centered around the bus ride.

MOM. Where will I sit on the bus? Will I wear a seat belt?

MOM. What if the bus driver drives too fast and I fall out of my seat?

MOM. I'm riding on a bus today! A bus!

MOM. Will I ride past your work when I get on the bus? Will you wave to me?

MOM. Ms. Mandi will be on the bus too, right?

MOM. Will there be snacks on the bus?

I tried to remind her, while helping her get dressed and brush her teeth, that she was actually going somewhere on the bus. Somewhere fun, a place to play...I think it was one of the local parks. I talked to her about staying at the park with her teachers, and never wandering off where the teacher couldn't see her. She processed exactly zero percent of this information. It was all about the bus ride, really. Jeez, Mom.

The excited chatter while I got her ready for bed Tuesday night was much the same.

MOM. I sat by Jared on the bus today. He made some red-light choices. But mine were all green-light! (Cryptic preschool lingo. I am beginning to ascertain that Jared might be a bit of a behavioral challenge in the Owl classroom.)

MOM. If you stand up on the bus, the bus driver pulls over RIGHT NOW!

MOM. We had THREE teachers on the bus with us! Ms. Mandi and two Ms. Amandas! (Confusing.) Ms. Danielle couldn't go on the bus, she had to go to the doctor. She missed the bus ride!

MOM. We had a snack at the park. Ms. Mandi brought bagels. Malachi doesn't like bagels, but he wouldn't tell me why.

That's right. Bagels and Malachi's pickiness toward carbohydrates were to be the only comments given on the actual field trip itself. Because really, it was ALL. ABOUT. THE. BUS.

I'm thinking Ms. Mandi might be the smart type who loads the kids up on the bus in the middle of February, when all 13 of her rambunctious, stir-crazy charges are making her crazy, and drives them around town for awhile. Steer that baby through the drive-thru at Starbucks and I might even volunteer to chaperone.