So how does a parent explain to a 12 y/o boy that adults can be trusted, that he is in competent hands, that the school system is safe and secure, when for the first two days of the week, the school bus blows by his stop at 35 mph with nary a glance at either him or his father standing on the curb? “No, really, Stewbie, the bus driver will get you home safely this afternoon…” Riiiiiight, says the kid. And balks at ever getting on a school bus again.

I suppose the part when I mentioned the Dumpster for Leftover Kids at the Bus Garage was ill-advised…? Even though I mentioned that the Good Moms go and sort through it to get their kids back?