Little Miss came home with me today instead of riding the bus because it was PTO meeting day, and the PTO meeting ends at the same time as morning preschool. Of course, by the time I got out of the room and outside, she was already on the bus.
I decided to ask her if she wanted to ride the bus home or come with me, figuring I can easily beat the bus home since I’m making no stops. Nope, she wanted to come with me. No issues. We unbuckled her from her car seat, and all three of us (Mister Man attended the PTO meeting with me) trooped off to my car.
About halfway home, Little Miss tells me she has an announcement.
Little Miss: I’m tired of riding the bus.
Me: Oh? (thinking, this is the girl who for two years ran onto Mister Man’s bus daily and was so upset that she didn’t get to go and practically counted down the days until she got to ride the bus. Hmmm.)
Little Miss: Yes. I just don’t like it anymore.
Me: Really? That’s too bad. Why don’t you like it anymore?
Little Miss: Well, I’m just really not a fan of the color yellow.
Me: I see. So what if the bus were painted purple instead?
Little Miss: Oh! Then I would love to ride the bus again.
Me: Yeah, there’s no purple bus in your future, Peanut. You’re just going to have to stick with riding the yellow one.
Little Miss: OK.
I’m not sure where she got that from. The whole idea cracks me up, especially since she sits inside the bus where it most definitely is not yellow. Ours are actually not a horrid shade of brick red-y maroon. Now I just have to hope that she’s willing to hop on the bus tomorrow morning!