Monday morning I was taking the boys down to the end of the lane so they could catch the bus like we do every morning when suddenly Noah looked at me and said, "It's not supposed to be like this!"
"Like what?"
"Sun-shiney."
"Oh! We changed the time, remember? It is supposed to be light out now when you get on the bus."
"Oh yeah," a pause and then, "The bus driver too?"
"Yes, she changed her time too, everyone did."
"Oh, okay."
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