She wanted to know if the bus was coming. The bus comes by our place at 7:30 a.m. We got her dressed, brushed her hair, made sure her lunch was packed and ready (because the chicken patty on the lunch menu sounded weird) and made sure her backpack was ready. Her backpack is almost as big as her!
We waited in the milk house for the bus around 7:15, early because she kept asking if she was going to miss the bus while we were at the house.
The bus pulled up, I walked with her across the road and she climbed up in the bus like she had done it every day! The bus driver gave me the look that said "you can go now, mom. She's fine." I wonder if he has more trouble with us mom's than he does with the kids.
She's loved school each day. In fact she was really bummed out that she didn't have to go to school this weekend, or Labor Day.