Fri, Jan 25, 2019, 5:31 PM PST
We went back to our original field trip transportation: the bus. We walked less than half a block to catch the 102 to the end of the line. Evan likes to wave at all the bus drivers that stop at the terminal. It’s near the airport, so bus lines from all over the SoCal area stop there.
Our regular bus driver wasn’t driving today. I alway keep a loaded TAP card just in case, since I know now that this will be a thing for me and Evan until he’s ready for a new adventure. I paid fare for myself, and the new driver gave me the nod to let me know that Evan could ride gratis.
Evan floated to a window seat and I sat beside him. He smiled as the bus pulled away and our excursion began. He chuckled as the deep voice that tells riders to watch their step when exiting the bus boomed over the speaker. He likes to mimic it when he plays bus with his blocks at home. He will build a whole station with wood and imagination, complete with passengers, on the glass coffee table in our living room. I think his dream occupation at this age has got to be a bus driver.
We’re on our way back home. He has a cough that’s persisted all week, along with a low grade fever. I figured that it was better to wrap him up and take him out than to disappoint the young man who earned this field trip for having a great week