She's "connected"

C's bus was in an accident yesterday. It was minor - no injuries. Apparently right in front of the school. I only know about it because B heard it on the scanner at work. He "chirped" (ya know - that annoying Nextel direct connect sound that makes every man in Home Depot grab for their hip) me in a panic. They called it by bus number, and he wanted to confirm his fears that it was her bus.

"Yes, hon. She's on bus 14, but not today. She has chorus today. I'll be picking her up at the school in an hour."

All the tension vanished from his voice. He ended the conversation as he was insanely busy, but glad to know his girl was fine.

I told C about it when I picked her up from school, and it was discussed again at dinner. (Yes, we're one of those freakish families that has dinner together at the dining room table and actually discusses the day's events.) She said she would get the details from the other kids that had been on the bus.

Fast fwd to this morning. It's cold, so I'm dropping her off at the bus stop.

C: I'll find out what happened, Mom.
Me: Ok
C: Is it OK if I tell the kids that Dad is a cop?
Me: I'd rather you didn't.*
C: Ok. I'll just tell them I have connections.



*B prefers that she doesn't tell people for safety reasons, and because other kids might treat her differently. We saw it last year at the GS end of the year ceremony. He was working, and took an hour off during his shift to come see her get her Try-Its, and the mood of the room changed when he arrived in uniform. He's dying to get her this t-shirt, but...