So, we are only a few weeks into term and Bibs is off on her first school trip. All the kids are to be bussed out to a neighbouring town to visit a honey factory.
Could there be anything closer to heaven on earth for bears and Bibsey’s than a honey factory? Not really.
She came home with her consent form today, bursting with news about going on a bus. We are hope-hope-hoping that it is going to be the regular school bus driver. He passes us every day on our walk to school and beeps his horn. Bibsey shouts “¡Adios mi amigo!”.
It suffices to say that it will be a great day up the mountain when she finally gets to ride shotgun on his bus.
Anyway, while I was tussling quietly in my head about giving consent for someone else to take my three year old off on these winding roads in a bus, she was concerning herself with other questions:
- Does the bus have seat belts?
- What if I need to go to the loo?
Can I just say at this point that I very much suspect that my work here as a mother is pretty much done. When personal safety and hygiene are hitting the number one and two spots in a child’s list of priorities regarding an up-coming trip to a honey factory you know that she is ready go out into the world. Worry no more!
Ha ha. I know that you know that I know that you know that I will worry every minute she is away. And will she bring back any honey? That’s the really big question.
Do you worry when they go off for school trips? Does three seem a bit young? Perhaps I should just think about the honey and my rumbly tummy.
