On the bus

Here is a replay of our conversation on the bus yesterday.

Little guy: Why are those people getting off the bus mom?

Me: Because this is a bus stop. People take the bus to where they want to go and then they get off the bus.

Little guy: (obviously baffled as to why anyone would ever want to get off the bus) Oooohhh...

Little guy: Look mom, those people are getting on the bus and those people are getting off the bus.

Me: Yes, that's how the bus works.

Little guy: Mom, do they give us breakfast on the bus?

Me/other nearby passengers: Snicker, snicker, snicker

Me: No, it's not like the airplane. They don't give you food on the bus.

Little guy: Mom, I'm sitting on the bus!

Me: Do you see that yellow cord? When we get close to our bus stop, we pull it to let the driver know that we want to get off. It makes a "Bing" noise.

Little guy: (wide eyed) Oh, do I get to pull the cord?

Me: Yes, when I tell you it's time.

Little guy: Oh....(pointing and using a very loud voice) Mom, what are those people doing????

Me: Riding the bus.

Little guy: Mom those people are riding the bus.

Other passengers: snicker, snicker, snicker.

The conversation continued non-stop until we got off. Fast forward to the ride home on a crowded bus. The little guy had to sit in his stroller because there weren't any free spots.

Little guy: Mom, I want to sit on the seat.

Me: There aren't any seats right now. The bus is too crowded.

Little guy: (pointing at the man sitting next to me) Maybe that guy will leave and I can sit down on that seat.

Me: Maybe when it's his bus stop.

Little guy: Mom, is that guy going to leave?

Me: (silent, pretending to ignore him)

Little guy: Mom, I want that guy to leave so I can sit on the seat.

The conversation went on and on like this. I felt terrible for the poor guy sitting next to us!