Rachel and I are in the middle of the 2nd week on the bus. We have our routine down now — the trigger song on the radio that means it’s time to put on coats and gather purses. How I repeat the intro of our favorite radio show, The Rachel Maddow Show, as we walk the four blocks to the bus. Rachel scouting seats for us as I pay the fare.
So far, it is going pretty smoothly. We enjoy this time together — it’s very different from our car rides downtown. We walk, check out the flowers and critters of St. Paul. We sit side-by-side on the bus. She colors while I hold her markers. It is all very peaceful, very serene. Not what you’d expect on a city bus.
Rachel is charming everyone we see. I’m teaching her to say “Good Morning” or “Thank you” to the drivers. As we walk the three blocks downtown to work/daycare, she zooms through the skyways with the same sense of ownership that she has with the Mall of America. Have big hallway, will run and be cute. It’s fun to see the smiles that come over people’s faces — even the homeless folks in the skyway — as she goes by.
She is darn cute. And I had absolutely nothing to do with it.