Today at bus time, as I stood at the door, I called, “OK, Pickups come line up by me.”

A few friends who get picked up everyday came scampering over.  A few seconds later, Molly shouted, “Mr. ______, am I a hiccup today?”

“Excuse me, what did you say?” I asked, usure I’d heard correctly.

“A hiccup, am I a hiccup today?” She repeated.

“Um, no Molly, you aren’t a hiccup.” I said.

Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.