So my regular carpool was on a bit of hiatus, thus robbing me of material. I cannot begin to explain the whole story, but somehow other parents have been willing, again, to trust me with the transportation of their children.
Although, given this news from New Zealand I may not be running carpool much longer.
But most days that counterparts are present and CarpoolGal is left out. She bears this well, keeping a book with her or just being patient while GoofGirl and 3C plot and scheme and GoofBoy and CarpoolBuddy discuss bodily excretions and football. It also means we can chat. CarpoolGal and I have a bit of a history. When the boys were toddlers we would get them together to play (mostly running around and falling down together.)
And since I often volunteer to watch the kids, I would play with CarpoolGal. I tell her she helped me practice playing with little girls so that I was ready when GoofGirl was born.
I remember once, when CarpoolMom had a flat tire and couldn't pick up CarpoolGal from an appointment so she called me (rarely am I doing anything that can't be interrupted). When I arrived, the people who had charge of her did the correct thing to ensure I wasn't some stranger wandering in and taking children. So they went into the room where CarpoolGal was waiting and explained I was coming to pick her up and did she know who I was.
I heard an audible "Yea!"
That was the first of many lovely chats on the drive home.