Me: Kid4, we need to go downtown today. We'll be bussing it.
Kid4: Fuck yeah! I fucking love the bus! And dowtown? With those coloured trees? I fucking love those! Today is going to kick ass!
Me: Oh shit! We're out of bus tickets for me. We have to go to Shoppers and get some before we go.
Kid4: All right mom! Let's do this thing!
So we walk to Shoppers and pick up some tickets for me.
Cashier to Kid4: I love your glasses!
Kid4: Damn straight you do. My mom shelled out $200 for these bad boys.
Cashier: I especially love the inside of them.
Kid4: Yeah, they're the shit. Not only are they yellow, but they are florescent yellow on the inside.
We get on the bus and all is cool. We can't sit together because it's pretty busy. Kid4 is in complete bliss and am I a bit envious because I wish that riding the bus wasn't such a chore and I wanted to be five all over again but then I remembered what the teenage years were like and I don't want to live through that all over again. A couple gets on the bus and gets off a couple of stops before us.
Kid4: Hey mom, see those two. They're in love.
Me: How do you know.
Kid4: She kept hugging him. You know, like when you and dad punch each other? Like that. Only not as bruising.
BONUS OLD PERVY WOMAN
So I'm watching The Fresh Beat Band with kid4 and I'm wondering if it's bad if I'm busy thinking about what the guys would look like naked and if they're any good in bed. I'm a dirty old woman and there is a special place in hell for me, I think. Please tell me I'm normal. Or at least tell me I'll have company in hell.
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