From "MOO" to YOU

Today, I had the up most pleasure and honor to transport 19 preschool children, ages 4-5, from "The Academy" on Logan Blvd. to Vale Wood Farms in Loretto, PA.

Talk about amped up!

These rambunctious youngin's practically broke the sound barrier (if not my eardrums) with their high pitched hoots and hollers of glee. Seems they had never been on an actual school bus, so today's trip offered not only a chance to meet real live moo cows... but to be escorted in the luxury of STA's finest transport... The Big Yellow pot hole seaking limo called Bus 24.

It was a mere 25 minute drive up the mountain and our final destination, fortunately, coincided with the approximate limit of these tiny tots even tinier bladders. We made it juuuuuust in the potty break nick of time.

Twenty minutes later the children's tour began where they learned everything about COWS and MILK from the "MOO" to the "YOU".

At least 25% of these cherub faced preschoolers asked, with the sincerest of hearts, if they could take one of the cows home with us on the bus. For the record, STA frowns upon farm animals in the cabin area of their school buses.

Sincere hearts broken!
An even BIGGER potential potty break mishap averted.
(Those cows left some gimundous sized cow patties in the stables... score one for STA's "No Animals in the cabin" policy)

I couldn't help myself but to amaze the cow maiden giving the tour when she asked if there were any questions. I queried...

"How come cow stools only have 3 legs instead of 4?"

She didn't know so I told her...

"Because the cow's got the utter... get it... he's got the utter... that's where the 4th leg is... funny huh?"

The other adults were able to successfully negotiate my return to the tour as long as I didn't ask any more questions or try to tell any more jokes.

After an ice cream break, we had some down time where I was peppered with the following questions...

"Why your name?" (He meant What is your name?)
"Do you live in the bus?"
"Can I live in the bus?"

Now it was my turn to ask a question, so I asked one little freckle faced girl named Addison, where she thought ice cream came from. She quickly answered, "From Cows." She in turn asked me if I like ice cream because I wasn't eating any. I answered her that I prefer Cake and Pie then asked her where she thought cakes and pies came from. Without missing a beat she replied, "From Birthday Parties!"

I couldn't have said it better.