We are trying out a new piano teacher/lesson venue. On the way home I mentioned that we could take the bus in the future, and wouldn't that be fun?
"NO WAY!!" exclaimed the smaller hooligan, "Because EVERY time I ride a bus, a guy with rotten eggs in his beard sits next to me and it smells horrible."
Now that he mentions it, it's true. Maybe we could wear face masks, or wait until the weather is warmer and the windows can be open.