John’s bus stop is at the corner of our street.  It is a house away from our house.  I normally walk with John to the bus stop.  We hang out and talk and wait for the bus.  Since the weather has been very cold lately, we have been driving to the bus stop.  It’s ridiculous.  I feel stupid driving, but at the same time, it’s been too cold to wait outside for an extended period of time.  Since we are just waiting in the car for the bus to come, I have been letting John sit in the front seat.  He has a lot of questions about the car. “What does that do?” “How do you make the wipers go?”  “When do you use the emergency brake?” “What does the N mean?” I try to get him to focus on one thing and we talk about that. But some days we talk about everything. I can’t get mad. I love that he is interested and wants to know more.