I drive bus part time for our Yearly Meeting Camping program. We take the campers to the canoe put in, pick'em up at the end of the trip, that sort of thing.
Yesterday, I drive to the pick up point in company with a counselor driving the pickup truck and canoe trailer. We are to pick up 3 counselors, 14 campers and 9 canoes (one counselor paddles solo).
When the float arrives, the kids jump out of the boats, eagerly help unload and carry the boats and gear up from the landing to the bus, truck and trailer. One boy looks me right in the eye and smilingly asks "are you here to take us back to camp?"
The bus has a rear door, which is open to facilitate loading all the wet detritus. I am sitting in the driver's seat, the kids are rolling around in the passenger seats, getting together with their particular seat partners. One girl jumps up and announces "I guess you are our bus driver!" I admit, yes, I have that responsibility. Are YOU my camper? She giggles back and nods.
Boy on the back seat yells "Should we close this door back here?" I shout back, yes, that would be a good idea, do you know how? He shouts back, yeah, I opened it to help load last week!.
I was once asked by a parent as we prepared for a camp trip, what would they do if it rains? When I replied they would get wet, he hesitated and then nodded with grave, serious expression.
Any more for Captain Obvious to mull over?