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Last week my daughter's pre-school had a class trip to a concert. It was on my day off so I volunteered to help out. Our understanding was that we'd be taking a bus there. My daughter is three and is fascinated with yellow school buses. This was to be her first trip on one and she was really excited, more for the bus than the concert.
On the morning of the trip, after arriving at the school, we were told that the 3 y/o's couldn't ride the bus because of insurance regs and we would have to drive. Of course she burst into tears and cried most of the way there.
First time in her life, I think, that she was ever truly disappointed. I felt like crap about the whole thing because there was nothing I could do to make it better. Such is life, at least at times.
On the plus side, the concert was fun and the bus ride that wasn't soon faded to memory
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