I had to wait for the bus again today.
In the pouring rain.
Fay came... although a few days ago they said she wouldn't.
And she was about as exciting as a Larry Brown novel.
My sons came off the bus and started to run for the cover of my umbrella.
"Where's your raincoats?" I hollered to them as they were in mid-stride.
"Cole left his at school," said my 8-year-old third grader with a flash drive.
"And he left his lunch box too," he said.
"Wh-wh-what?" I gasped.
"Go easy on him dad," he said,
"It was his FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL!!"
And how was his first day of school?
"Great," said Cole.