To some of you “Kid” is my word for child, not a goat. I was always called “kid” when I was, and I am still called “kid” by some distant family members who are a few years older.
While driving my school bus yesterday afternoon; I had just departed from the high school picking up my kids there, and I had a kindergarten boy who, along with a kindergarten girl was standing, turning around in the seat, and I told them both to turn around and stay in their seat. Well, I did that a couple of times at least. When I leave the high school my bus is loaded and there is no room for any more.
I have eight stops in town before I ever leave town to go on the 45 – 50 mile trip out of town. In town I drop off over half my load. There are three of those eight stops where 30 to 40 (combined) get off. This little fella, some how managed to get past me at one of these stops without me seeing him. When I get to his stop; he is not present. At the stop, the mother, which I find out is his foster mother, comes to the bus to walk the boy back to the house; but he is not there. She asks me if she can come of the bus and look. I tell her she can. She does, walking to the rear of the bus; but he is not there.
I radio the principal of K- 2 and inform her; and they proceed to seek the child. I need to leave from this stop, because I have traffic on the street backed up in both directions. By the time I have all my other kids unloaded I radio in to find out about the boy, and I am told they have found him.
Evidently some kind person; and I am thankful it was a kind individual; has found him walking the side of the road, picked him up and taken him home. Thank you! Who ever you may be.
I will learn to watch this little boy much better at these other stops.