I feel so daring using this as a title, but it is not that -I- hate you, it is that the bundled up little girl rolling on the bus floor was shouting this, quite effectively, at her mother.

I have to admire the stubborn energy of two year olds, they can reduce grownups to blithering tears. The little ones seem to know exactly what buttons to push. Rolling, screaming, flailing, and shouting "I hate you!" on the probably not sterile floor of a bus surely pushed a button or two.

I observed for a few then offered my services as friendly person with notebook and pen. The little girl was not going to relent easily, but her older sister was interested, so we settled in for an enjoyable drawing session.

Once the rolling flailing little one was safely held and the shouting stopped, I asked her mother how old she was, an unnecessary question really because everyone within earshot would have figured out that a two year old was amongst us.

A house, girl with crown, tree, smiling face, and pig were all drawn as the bus cruised through town. Now that we are safely delivered to our destinations, most likely all of us could use a nap.