I took an earlier bus today, so everyone on it was new to me. At one of the stops, three moms got on with about ten kids on their way to school. One of the boys was probably in first grade and he said to his first-grade friend that his older sister, who looked to be about in sixth grade, didn't know what four times four was. The boy next to me, who was probably in third grade, said, "You don't know it either." The first boy said, "Yes I do. It's eight." The other boy said, "No!" So the first boy said, "Is it in the teens?" The other boy said, "Yes," so the first boy started at seventeen, guessed up to nineteen, then guessed thirteen and ended up at sixteen. Then the other boy said, "Four, eight, twelve, sixteen!" It was pretty entertaining.
Let me tell you what's NOT entertaining in the world of bus-riding: missing your damn bus, like I did on Wednesday. The bastard bus driver went right past the stop when I was only about twenty yards away. It was the first time in over a year that I had missed my bus.