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Let's see, my oldest son was about seven years old.  The boys had to ride a bus to 
school, which my oldest did not do well.  He has this way about him, that tends to have 
women authoritative figures letting him off the hook, when he's been naughty.  I always 
thought it was his eyes and devilish smile.  They both still get him into and out of 
trouble.  But those are stories for another time.

This particular year, he was having a most difficult time behaving on the bus.  He had 
discovered that he could be a real clown and the girls loved it.  Go figure.  The bus 
driver gave him multiple warnings and "Bus Tickets" for misbehaving.  But, somehow, 
he was always forgiven by the schools principal (a woman) and never got detention.  
Even when we insisted on it.

All except this one time.  On the last day of school, he decided to end the year with a 
bang.  He came home from school that day and acted as though nothing had 
happened.  Later that evening, I received a phone call.  It was the bus driver.  She was 
laughing before she was even able to tell me why she called.  Although I was 100% sure 
it was about my oldest.

Apparently, he was a little angel the whole ride home.  That alone made her suspicious.  
She pulled up to his stop.  Out he got.  Then he mooned her.  The way the bus driver 
told it, it wasn't a quarter moon, nor a half moon.  But a FULL MOON.  He had hitched 
up his pants and ran before she could get her wits about her.  She said she laughed all 
the way home.

Well, I started to apologize through my laughter.  I assured her that we would most 
definitely take this in hand.  But she stopped me and stated "Oh,  I'll handle this".  She 
shared with me her plan.  I had the hardest time all summer, not telling him, that I 
knew what he had done.

Next year, the very first day of school, my oldest went to catch the bus.  Oh, I had a 
hard time waiting to see what would happen.  That afternoon, when he came home, he 
was upset.  "Look what she did Mom!  I can't believe it!" he whined.  There in his hand, 
was a bright red "BUS TICKET"  The reason, on the ticket, was marked in bold felt 
pen..."Mooning".  Now, you would think that he would be upset about the mooning.  
Noooo, not my son.  His exact words were...."I can't believe someone that old would 
remember what I did."

*sigh*  That boy has never changed

On a side note:  He and his Dad had a long talk about that Ticket.


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