Riding the train with Dadn

The last few weeks I've been taking Bluet into School most mornings, whilst Emily picks her up in the afternoons. When I take Bluet, we set off and I ask "Do you want to ride the train with Dadn?" Bluet likes to ride the train with Dadn, so she replies "yes", and I lift her onto my shoulders, and she counts "2 shoulders".

We set off.

First, we see an interestingly shaped sign. "What shape is the red sign?" If not distracted, Bluet replies "Octgon"

We continue past the "mushroops" growing on the side of the road

"What's up ahead? Do you see the horse up ahead?" (Despite the sign, we have never seen a horse).

Onwards, we arrive at the station. Perhaps a train will pass in front of us when we are still several blocks away, and Bluet will point out the train, and then we will talk about what noise the train makes (surprisingly for an electric train, it goes "Choo Choo".

At the station we take a welcome breather, and wait for the train (on this particular day Bluet was wearing her t shirt that Emily bought back from Hawaii).

Not this station "Next stop" says Bluet

We ride on, and as the train slows, we stand up and make our way to the door. Bluet tries to push the button to open the door, often before the train has stopped. The door opens no matter what she does, but it always gives her satisfaction.

We get off the train, and say "Bye Bye Train". Bluet is hoist back onto my shoulders and we walk towards the Kipling Street Academy. First, we see a mural. The first time she saw it she thought it was just any old Dad kissing a baby. But now she knows it is "Back y Bama".

"What numbers do you see?" "One, Zero, Zero"

We walk on. By this time I am quite looking forward to dropping Bluet off as she is very heavy, so I don't usually notice the Bluebird on the other side of the street, but Bluet always does.

We walk on.

Eventually we stop and wait at the traffic lights on Montrose. We've tried walking further up the street to cross, but that doesn't work out well.

We head past a fence that Bluet likes to run her fingers along, as would I if I wasn't holding Bluet on
my shoulders

 We look out for the kids "playing football" at the posh school. Often there are "no kids".

Bluet waves at the policemen and policewomen (not pictured).

We are getting closer. The tree that blocks the pavement is a sign we are almost there (and that Houston needs to improve conditions for pedestrians. "Watch out for the trees"; we run through safely.

Bluet spies the "Merican Flag" on the other side of the road. We're almost there.

Hello squirrel.

Perhaps Bluet walks the last few metres across the car park, holding Dadn's hand.

Once inside the School, Bluet knows where to go. She runs to her classroom, and tries to open the door.

I let her in and she says "Bye Dadn" and sits down to listen to her teacher reading.