this is what it is like.

To whom it may concern, this is what it is like to pick-up Hudson from school.  Play-by-play.

Walk out our door and quickly out our gate.  I smell something unpleasant that reminds me of outhouses at cross country meets, and look down in time to dodge this hole.  I believe that it is an open sewer?!

Walk through this field.

Wait at this corner of the main road panning traffic until I spot the white bird on a bus approaching and get excited for a big hug.

And he is off the bus.  My ears are ready for the run-down of the whole day. I don't always get every minute detail that I am looking for but hey, I will take what I can get.

We walk home and if I am not busy taking pictures, I would have a hand in mine.