November

Herself: Not the bus, I hate the bus.
Me: Yes, the bus.
Her: I shouldn’t have to get the bus.
Me: I beg your pardon? There is nothing wrong with the bus. You get the bus home from school most days. Why would you say that?
Her: Those November Nablopomo posts aren’t going to write themselves, you know.

Yes indeed, we’ll be here all month.