I make my own rules
Tuesday, February 1st, 2005 Dad reports:
Tommy’s bus was really late today. It was honking the horn as it came down the street. I told Tommy “your bus is running late you need to hurry” so he got to the front door, opened it, then stood in the doorway bending his thumb backward on the door frame and staring at it intently with his back to the bus and making no attempt to move toward the bus.