Time flies when you are having fun and boy did we have fun last week!
Our first really busy week of the school year. We had 2 dental appointments and 3 orthodontist appointments, hair cuts, allergy shots, scripture and pottery class (mom), help at 7:45 with car pool, temple, choir, piano, guitar, acting, choir, young mens, primary program practice and a field trip. Who would think we could cram more into our week?
Obviously it wasn't enough for my children. Thursday afternoon Grant and Ethan came home from the bus. I tell Grant to step out and tell Morgan to come in because her ride to acting will be here to pick her up in 5 minutes. I have her clothes and snack already so she can run to class. Grant informs me that Morgan wasn't on the bus. Not an unusual comment from Grant so I tell him I'm serious and to get Morgan. He again informs me Morgan wasn't on the bus. I'm telling Grant to stop kidding and I'm thinking there is no way she missed the bus or she would have already called me to come pick her up. We have that routine down (Morgan missed the bus quiet often last year). Ethan pipes up and tells me that Morgan really wasn't on the bus and of course I believe him right away. So I call the school and hand Grant my cell phone to start calling friends. All the while I'm trying to think of other times we've lost Morgan how long I should wait till I call the police. They finish searching the school and no Morgan. At that exact moment my old cell phone rings and I answer and it's a neighbor who is picking Morgan and her son Jackson up about 3 miles away. She hadn't called because she didn't want to hang up on the kids (smart) and then she couldn't reach me because our lines were all busy... as luck would have it Morgan remembered the old cell number (the spare phone, we'll never be able to get rid of it now).
According to Morgan, she and Jackson were walking out to the buses. Jackson was telling her that one of the other buses also went up to NSL and he figured it might drop them closer to his house so he was going to try it. Morgan said she'd try it too. Now, these are two very bright children, but when I asked Morgan why, when she knew it was the wrong bus, she informed me she didn't want Jackson to be lost alone. Go figure. I had to agree, who would want to be lost alone? So off they went on the wrong bus. When the bus turned the wrong direction they told the bus driver to stop, but he wasn't going to stop until the next scheduled stop, so then Morgan said she wasn't brave enough to tell the bus driver that they were on the wrong bus. Luckily, Jackson found a girl who had a cell phone and they got off with her and called his mother who kept them on the line until she found them. Hurray for Moms! Needless to say it was the first time I was glad that my kids are the last to be dropped off, because it didn't leave me with too much time to worry about it. After our long talk on what you should do when you get on the wrong bus I asked Morgan if she was scared and she told me she almost cried, but she figured I was more scared than her and that I was crying, so she didn't cry. (The more likely reason would be that she was with Jackson).
So, Ethan must have felt that he wasn't receiving enough attention last week. Friday he rode the bus home to his friends house. They were out back playing when my friend noticed they had taken their backpacks outside. So she stepped out to ask them to bring their bags back in so they wouldn't lose homework, etc. When the boys informed her that they were studying Coyotes in school and they found a dead one and they were going to take it to school. My friend then notices the dead animal head and leg that the boys had on the patio and asks where they got it and why they would touch it. Only to be informed by my son that, "There weren't any flies on it." So I get a call while they are in washing their hands over and over again. I head up to get my cute, sweet Ethan... and I of course had to check out the dead animal. It turns out it was a dead, half eaten deer. My friend then told me that she had the boys pose for a picture with the animal and the backpack that almost became it's new home. She said when she asked the boys what their teacher would have thought my Ethan told her that they were studying carnivores in science and so they were going to take it to science class. Oh, if their teacher only knew. Here is the lovely coyote/carnivore eaten creature.