Mutiny on the Bus

Yes, yet another bus blog.

This is a conversation that I overheard between a seven-year-old and what, I presume, was his mother. Might easily have been his granny though.

“You’ve got your shoes on the wrong feet!”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Put them on the right feet.”
“No.”
“Put them on the right feet.”
“No.”
“Change your shoes over.”
“No.”
“Change your shoes over.”
“No.”
“I won’t tell you again…”

And in the same breath she goes on to make herself a liar.

“…change your shoes over.”
“No.”
“Change your shoes over.”
“No.”
“Change your shoes over.”
“No.”

This young boy has outfoxed his mother. She is on the ropes but she has one more punch left.

“Give me your phone.”
“No.”
“Give me your phone.”
“No.”
“Give me your phone, now.”
“No.”

This continued for thirty minutes, the entire length of the bus journey. By the end, I was willing to snatch the boys shoes and jab them back onto the right feet but that sort of thing does not go down well with parents.

In five billion years, when the Earth is just a burnt cinder hanging in space, the mother and child will still be arguing I’ll wager.

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