The Bus
This is a story about the day I lost my kids in a foreign country. And it all went down on the bus. I'll start this one by saying that I didn't want my kids to ride the bus. In NY, I felt like if something was going to go awry (think bullying, sharing inappropriate content on cell phones--my kids don't have one but their seat mates did), it was going to go down on the bus. And so, despite the incredible convenience of a door to door pick up and drop off, then, we ultimately began driving to and from school when we could. It spared the kids a rather uncomfortable (no a/c on NY buses) and long ride and also spared us all the dozen other things they were introduced to on the bus (Swear words! Momo! TikTok!) That said, when we arrived in Singapore, the bus was our only option--and it was a really good option, actually. These buses are fancy . And Singapore in general runs a pretty tight ship when it comes to allowable/sharable content. And there's plenty of helpers on t...