I drove my school bus during the summer that just passed, a school bus filled with special needs children, children who covered the whole spectrum (or as I call it, rainbow) of special needs.
every morning when she got on the bus, but who would soon mellow among her peers, until one morning when one of the boys asked her if she had a boyfriend.
“I do,” she answered, “but he doesn’t know it.”
“That doesn’t make any sense,” he jeered. He laughed. The other boys joined him.
"That doesn’t make any sense,” they echoed.
That’s funny, I thought. It makes perfect sense to me.