My eleven year old daughter came home from a day at the mall with friends this weekend, and she told me that her school bus driver drives the little mall choo-choo on weekends. I guess she must really enjoy driving kids around, which puts her in a minority of one. Because, let’s face it, kids are a fucking nightmare on the road. My kids, when they’re not pissing, shitting, or puking in the back seat, will either be grinding food into the upholstery or punching each other in the teeth. Sometimes all of these at the same time.
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