The bus troubles continue

I thought after a few weeks of school all of the kinks would be worked out, but I found out I was wrong about that last week.

Every day since my son Matthew, 5, started kindergarten, I have waited for him in the afternoons at his bus stop.

I was doing the same last Wednesday afternoon, when I saw my neighbor’s daughters get off the bus, but no Matthew. I walked up to the driver, who was yet again a different person, and asked where Matthew Thompson was.

She looked at the bus driver aide who checked the bus before saying he wasn’t on there.

“What do you mean my son is not on the bus?â...