Snap!

So there I was on the bus. Orla was in full toddler-tantrum mode (arched back, screaming, real tears). Her horrible mother was refusing to let her run around while the bus was moving.

As we came to our stop, I gathered up my backpack, my sling, my coat, my hat, my large purchase from toyworld (in anticipation of Aidan's birthday), and my small ball of rage.

My most heartfelt and passionate feeling at this moment was thank goodness I used a ten-trip ticket and I did not have to tag off.