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Savannah has reported some drama on the schoolbus lately. Borderline bullies who refuse to scoot over to provide a sliver of nylon for a kindergartener’s butt, fleeting jealousies about who’s sitting with whom. Yesterday, Sav and I had an earnest discussion about the most recent issue:

Mom: “So, how was the bus ride home?”
Sav: “Eh. Not so good.”
Mom: “Why not? Who’d you sit with?”
Sav: (dramatic sigh) “Taylor.”
Mom: “Taylor’s your friend, right? I thought you really liked Taylor.”
Sav: (pressing forehead against car window as if the meaning of life might be spelled out in the clouds) “I guess so. But I really wanted to sit with Makenna.”
Mom: “Makenna? I haven’t heard that name. Have you sat with her before?”
Sav: “No. I know her, but we haven’t talked that much. But I really want to get to know her better.”
Mom: “Well, you can sit with Makenna tomorrow.”
Sav: (slow, sad shake of the head) “I don’t think so. Taylor would be jealous. Taylor might cry.”
Mom: “Well, maybe the three of you could sit together. You could all be friends.”
Sav: “No. Makenna’s very shy. She doesn’t talk to anyone.”
Mom: “Does she live around here? In our neighborhood?”
Sav: “I don’t know. Nobody knows.”
(insert 5 or so additional minutes of Q&A about the elusive Makenna)
Mom: “It seems like you really like this girl. Maybe we should invite her over sometime.”
Sav: (exasperated “Duh” tone, as if I’d just suggested a play date with Hannah Montana) “Mom. We couldn’t do that.”
Mom: “Why not?”
Sav: “Because Makenna is make-believe.”

As my husband likes to say, I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. When drama is in short supply, Savannah just brews up her own batch.