On Friday, I had the pleasure (and I say that in all seriousness because spoiler alert, it really was a pleasure) of going to a pumpkin patch with Cooper;s completely precious kindergarten class,
It was my favorite kind of day-- gloomy so the apples and pumpkins really popped and cold enough for a sweater but not really cold at all.
Cooper wanted me to ride the bus with him because he has never in his special snowflake little life ridden a bus before. I have to tell you, I was hesitant because a screaming bus full of five- and six-year-olds sounds awful and because my claustrophobia is no joke these days. I knew I would be kind of freaked out sitting on the bus with all the windows up and the door closed NOT MOVING in front of school. And I was, but it was OK because of the aforementioned screamy kids.
On the way back to school, the whole bus burst into a spontaneous rendition of "The Wheels on the Bus," and it was the cutest thing that has ever happened in the history of the world.