It is a sad day for some.

It is a sad day for this little girl, but she doesn’t know it yet.

Actually, it might be more sad for her mama, as her mama is sad for her…but regardless, it’s sad.

Today is the last day of school in our county. That would be good for some people. (It’s not so good for other people, but I guess it depends on your position in life. We’ll debate that later.) The last day of school is sad, for this little girl, because it means that the school buses are going on vacation and will not be around for awhile. This little girl loves school buses. She is going to miss the school buses.

It usually works out that we are running errands at the same time that the schools are letting out in the afternoon. The school near our house always has a fleet of buses parading out of its parking lot, and from as much as a mile away, the chant begins from the back seat of my car.

“Buh? Buh? Buh, mama? Buh?” She points and she chants. She chants and she points. “Buh? Buh?”

The same is true if we’re at home when the neighborhood kids are dropped off. Everything stops – chalk drawing on the driveway, chasing Kitter, climbing on the porch – until the “buh” is gone. If we are inside, mere mention of the word “bus” sends her to the nearest window, and the chanting and pointing begins anew. “Buh? Mama? Buh?”

So yes. Today is sad for her, even if she doesn’t know it yet.