At 8:26, I yelled down the stairs, "Jonah, bus time! Hurry!" I ran down to help him pack up and get him on the bus. He shoved his feet in his sneakers that have been tied with a knot, because he's too lazy to make a bow. I made him change into jeans that didn't have a hole in the knees. "HURRY! It's 8:28!"

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