Timmy stood at the bus stop with his Mom, waiting for the big yellow school bus to take him away to his first day as a first grader. He couldn't understand why she was crying. He hadn't seen her cry this much since she watched "Steel Magnolias" with Mrs. Johnson, their next door neighbor.
"Look, look, there's the bus Mom," exclaimed Timmy.
"Timmy, are you sure you want to ride the bus? I'll drive you to school and we can go to your classroom together."
"Brad's mom is letting him ride the bus," said Timmy.
"I'm not Brad's mom, and you aren't Brad either, Timmy," she said frowning.
Timmy didn't get it. Over the summer Timmy had heard his mom say she couldn't wait until he was at school all day and that she'd have free time to pursue other things. Now, she was acting like she didn't want him to go. "Mom's are just weird that way sometimes," he thought and waited for the school bus to stop, t