The day seemed to be going according to plan. The administrator responded to my email telling me she saw him in the corridor and was fine. Called him Elliott instead of Ethan, but that's fine. Then comes after school. My sitter calls me at 3:40 to tell me the bus was nowhere to be found. Again, no problem. First day and the bus wasn't due until 3:58. 4:15 passes. 4:30 passes. No bus. I call the school. Busy signal. It finally rings. Voice mail. I left a message and quickly got a response.
"There was a mix up. Ethan and the other children on his bus were accidentally put on the wrong bus." Not a mix up. It's a Fuck UP! Luckily someone realized and the kids were quickly returned to the school awaiting another bus to pick them up. NO. I'll send someone. His sitter got in the car and picked him up. 5:30pm. Finally got home but missed Karate.
Needless to say, it was an emotional day. All I could think about was what could have happened. All that could have gone horribly wrong but luckily did not. Let the letter writing campaign begin...PTA President, Headmaster, Master Teacher, and DOT.