This morning the bus was late to pick up the kids. David used the intercom system to ask if I'd drive them to school if the bus didn't come soon. I told him to wait 5 more minutes. After 5 minutes transpired, I looked out the window and the bus must've come because they were not there.
Tonight at dinner I found out what happened. The bus driver came to our street driving a taxi. He told the kids, "My car broken" complete with hand signals. My = pointing to self. Broken = 2 hands together and pretend to break a stick. So the kids piled into a small taxi. Then he went on to complete the route in his taxi. He loaded 8 kids in the taxi and headed to school. So the kids went to school squished in a taxi driven by the bus driver because the bus was broken. I had no idea.
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