Zachary was so happy to be back at school yesterday (after a week absence with teacher in-services and Memorial Day) that he was almost out the door before I could even get my shoes on to walk him out. My favorite is still when he runs on board and picks his seat. While it used to almost always be the same third row driver's side window seat, lately he's been mixing it up, including passenger side seats and even the occasional aisle. Craziness.
Mystery of mysteries: yesterday afternoon Z came off the bus with a few knicks and scratches on his face. Meh called his teachers, who reported no incidents or injuries at school, so best we can tell he either got himself or got clawed by another bus passenger -- the bus driver didn't hear him get upset, and for his part, he himself seemed like he could care less, smiling when mommy got him off the bus, and ticklishly giggling when she cleaned the scrapes.
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