Bus

Finn has been obsessed with … buses. Bus is his favorite word. For a while, it was his only word. To keep him from running into the street, we have started walking him up to the corner in the mornings to watch the buses go by. “Bus” means many things to him: truck, big car, van, airplane. I feel like this is going to be one of those stories that turns into “we walked you up to the corner every day to watch the buses.” Finn’s great grandmother says something similar: “I used to put the kids in the playpen every morning to watch the neighbors go to work.”. Maybe I need to remember to say, “It wasn’t every day, really. It was every day for like four months. It just felt like it lasted forever.”

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