Stuff Kent Does


Kenters….you are never short of adventures.


I can usually count on you and Parker walking through the door at around 3:15 pm, after the bus drops you off two houses down. A few weeks ago Parker came bursting through the door after school. I hugged him, took his back pack, and started to ask him about his day…all the while assuming you were a few feet behind. You usually like to stop at our mailbox at the end of the driveway to check the goods, so I was expecting you to walk through the doors in a matter of seconds.

But you didn’t.

“Parker, where is Kent?” I asked frantically. My heart was racing, my knees were weak, and my mind was running away with itself to some dark and scary places.

“I don’t know. I saw him on the bus, but he was sleeping.”

“So you just left him?”

“I tried waking him up, but he wouldn’t move.”

“How come you didn’t tell me this as soon as you walked in?”

“I don’t know. I didn’t think about it”

“You left your brother on the bus, and didn’t think to tell me???!!!!”

I immediately called Daddy and told him to go to the school in case the bus went there, while I called the school and attempted to get a hold of someone there. The secretary I reached called the bus driver, who was pulling in to the bus garage as the call came in. Sure enough the bus driver finished the route and was on her way to take the bus back. She pulled over and went to look in the seats, and there you were, Kenters, fast asleep. The bus driver drove you all the way back to our house, where we were tearfully re-united. Actually, let me rephrase that…I was bawling my eyes out, Parker was crying, and you were as apathetic and nonchalant as could be.

We had quite a scare. I lectured Parker about he wasn’t allowed to leave the bus without you, and then I lectured you and told you that you had to try really hard not to fall alseep on the way home. Then I snuggled you both and didn’t let you go for a long long time.


Author: bethany

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