Henry is back!

Henry was waiting for me in the parking space when I got back from trundling a student back home at mid-day. Henry, for the uninitiated among you, is my school bus, the bus regularly assigned to the route I drive. He has been in the shop for a few days having the wheelchair lift repaired. It is good to have him back. My bright-eyed boy was so happy to see our bus that he kissed the dash as he was getting on this afternoon. I washed Henry last week, but it isn't clean enough to kiss, really.