Ah, Preschoolers

The bus approaches the red mini van idling on the corner of the street. The little boy waits hand in hand with his mother. The boy, along with five other four-year-olds, load the bus filled with butterflies and jitters as they wave their parents good-bye. They are ready to start a new chapter of adventures in their life; school. The little boy’s mother zooms down the street with lefts and rights, stopping and going. She finally reaches home. It’s the tan house with a recently replace chimney on the corner of Cherry Lane and Julia Drive. The mother raises her arm to the visor and clicks the second button from the left. The garage door opens with squeaks and squeals. The mother plops her purse on the kitchen table and tossed her keys in the basket hanging on the light baby blue wall. She walks to her son’s room and noticed a pair of grass stained jeans draped over the end of his bed. Scattered throughout the room were shirts, boxers, and shorts of greens, blues, reds, and yellows; whether that were originally that color or not. Toys of Godzilla, Star Wars, and Power Rangers neatly greet one another as they are lined up on the boy’s desk as he wants them. Walls of dark blue are concealed by a disaster of paper scribbled with various markers and crayons.