Not Flat Hood School Bus

It turns out the our school bus was not a flat hood school bus (although Dexter pointed out that the one parked behind us in the theater's parking lot, was).  This didn't dampen Dexter's school bus riding excitement.

The three of us (Dexy, Daddy, and me) packed ourselves into one seat (Dexy on Daddy's lap, half of my behind hanging into the aisle) for the drive there.

Coming home, it was a different story.  Dexy got into the last seat on the bus with Daddy and I got the single seat across the aisle. Three other boys from Dexy's class were in the two seats in front of us: acting up, switching seats, taunting Dexy. 




The mothers of these boys were right there, ignoring their sons as they climbed all over each other, stood up in the seats, poked and slapped at each other, spat at each other (yes, spat!), and called each other names.  The mom's were having a lovely conversation with each other about the new Costco coming to town and where to go for lunch, oblivious to their kids' poor behavior (or safety).  At one point Dexter asked one of them to stop reaching back over the seat to grab his hair and I finally firmly told the boy to sit down in his seat (prompting his mother to finally chime in). At another point, Ben told another one of them to stop poking Dexter and the kid got all upset (prompting his mother to finally chime in). I was so proud of Dexter. He wanted to stand on his seat too but complied when Ben or I told him to sit down. And he didn't act aggressively towards the other kids (who were being aggressive) but was definitely assertive telling them to stop. Ben and I told Dexter how proud we were of how he handled himself. I know boys will be boys but I was horrified at both the boys' behavior and the mothers' behavior.