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the menagerie on the bus

he found a christmas box under the seat this
morning. it was a prop the whole drive in.
this morning on the way to school, john was singing "the wheels on the bus." he's gotten quite good at it, singing about the wheels, the steering wheel, the wipers, the horn, even the baby on the bus.

eventually he sort of ran out of things to sing about.

"what else on the bus, mama?" he asked.

"how about ... a doggie?" i suggested.

"they have a DOGGIE on the bus???" he asked incredulously.

"well, maybe!" i said, so he sang about the doggie on the bus going bark bark bark all through the town.

"what else is on the bus, john?" i asked when he'd finished.

"maybe ... a kitty cat!" he said, and sang about the kitty on the bus going meow meow meow all through the town.

"and what else, baby?" i asked.

"um ... maybe ... a dragon!" he said gleefully.

"what does the dragon on the bus do, john?" i asked, curious if he would roar or what.

and he proceeded to sing, in a sweet little voice, "the dragon on the bus goes chomp chomp chomp all through the town."

so apparently my son has a dragon on the bus eating all the school children ...

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