Getting the kids on the bus is something I do by walking them down the street. Here are some pictures. You'll see a guy retrieving water from the Untouchables Camp, as well as a group of security guards talking.
Aidan wrote a poem today at school. Here it is:
I started school a month ago,
A single friend I did not know.
Everyone from some place new,
Strangers now are very few.
His interest in the clarinet is growing. He found two keys that make a "peaceful" sound, per what he said.
The rangoli looked good today.
