Teenage boy drove two miles yesterday, from our driveway to the home of a friend. I had my trusty sidekick Toddler boy with me as we accompanied the fledgling driver on his quick trip. The route between point A and point B was probably THE most winding and narrow road in all of New England. It was gorgeous outside, so my passenger-side window was open. As we rounded one particularly treacherous corner, the school bus suddenly appeared, on the errand of delivering two of our girls from school. The piece of road between bus and van suddenly disappeared. In a split second, tree branches were reaching INSIDE my window and being stripped of their leaves as we maneuvered past the mammoth bus at what felt like Mach 10.
"AAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!!!" I said.
From the rear I heard "Cool! There are leaves in the van!"
Then I managed "I'm scared! SLOW DOWN!"
To which Toddler boy said "Woah! ... THAT.WAS.AWESOME!"
If it weren't for the stinging on my face from the branch-whipping I took, I might have thought I was dreaming that I was in a cartoon sequence of Mario-Cart. With bonus points. Sheesh.