Since Alex has started riding the bus, I have been reminded of the little traditions of bus riding...
Every time we come upon a railroad track, he gasps and yells to cross your fingers against the window. We used to just have to lift our feet up, but whatever floats your good luck boat.
And then the other day, we passed a couple of cemetaries in a row. He took in such a huge breath while simultaneously shouting "CEMETARY!" I had no way of understanding what was happening until we got to the second one and the process was repeated. Luckily, they were both pretty small, or I think that kid would've passed out cold making sure no evil spirits took over his body.
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