On the day he “escapes” school while I WFH, he casually walks in to my makeshift office and plonks himself on my lap. R4: Mummy can you give me the bus pencil? I want to write. M: What bus pencil? R4: The one in your cup. M: Oh you mean the black and yellow pencil? R4: Yes! The schoolbus pencil! 🚌 knackeredbuthighonchatter