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Dad reports:
Tommy’s bus showed up right on time and Tommy was still laying in bed despite numerous suggestions that he get up and warnings that his bus was coming. He wasn’t asleep. Just staring at the ceiling.
He jumped to his feet and dressed lickety split, declared angrily “I hate my bus!” then rushed out the door before I could give him money for breakfast. Of course, his wallet is magically filling up with green so he should be able to cover himself.