Bus Stop

Bella asked when she can walk to the bus by herself. I said, why?  She asked, when I'm in ninth grade?

Me:  well, I plan on going off to college with you. 

Bella:  Oh. 

Me:  and walking you to class. And rooming with you. 

Bella and I then thought about what it would be like...me, in college with her.

Flash forward to that time:  

Me:  (reading a letter) We got invited to a party! 

Bella:  But the invitation says, "To Bella"

Me:  Yea!  We got invited! 

Bella:  I think it's time for you to go home. 

Me:  but who will walk you to class? Or cut up your food at meal time?  Or read you a bedtime story?  Or yell, "Don't forget to wipe!" As you are walking down the hall to the bathroom?

I think she's getting scared.