Minus 4 Celsius occasioned a short ride but it is not like anyone else was bike riding.
Arctic blast of cold aside, it has been an interesting week. The bus aide called us about ten minutes after a groggy Charlie boarded the bus Thursday morning. He had yelled 'Gong Gong Po Po,' thrown the contents of his book bag and lunch boxes, banged his head on the window and backs of seats. We sighted the bus on a street by the Parkway but it wasn't pulled over and there were no police cars with sirens flashing around. Charlie was sitting quietly in his seat at the back of the bus when Jim boarded (stepping over watermelon and sushi) to take him off.
"We'll see you tomorrow," said the bus driver.
We took Charlie to school. I walked ahead to tell the aide what had happened and off went Charlie. He had a good day and ate a hamburger and a few fries from the cafeteria, a bit of a first. We picked him up smiling and the bike ride was called for.
Charlie has been wearing the same clothes since Tuesday. This evening, I took care that he made the switch to something else.