Waiting for the bus

I had a romantic image of taking BB to the bus stop, and picking him up there, and getting lots of work done in between.  But what I didn't count on was all the other parents.  There are at least four parents there every morning.  BB, of course, has longer hair and wears weirder shirts than the other kids. And his enthusiasms seem more extreme.  What with getting LB in the stroller and BB put together for real school, I always make it to the bus stop all sweaty and grumpy.  Since I'm a boy, they want to know what I do at home all day.