At the end of the day, I was walking a line of kids to their bus. The last one in line happened to be one of mine.
Before he got on, he turned his big blue eyes on me, got a thoughtful expression, and said, “School just isn’t my thing.”
Then he leaned in closer.
“What is my thing?” He said, before I could even ask.
He leaned in even closer.
“Tacos. It’s tacos.”
Then he got on the bus.