So Julia loves seeing the crossing guard as we drop TJ off at school.
HI! She'll yell to her from really far away.
BYE! When we are leaving.
Unless there's a dog or a baby nearby. To Julia, a dog and a baby are much more interesting than a crossing guard.
TJ sees striped lines where we parked. "That's a little crossing guard," he tells me.
"No, I tell him, that's not a crossing guard, it's a crosswalk.The crossing guard wears yellow and helps us cross the street. I don't know what her name is."
"Maybe her name is Yellow," TJ decides.