"Bus" strikes again

I've got this one kid in my class who kills me--there are a lot of funny kids at my Kindergarten, but only one gets me every time. He's one of the smallest in Big Green and I'm pretty sure his English name's James, but that's not his name in my head: it's Bus.

Bus is 100% reliable in the only joke he needs to make. I'm fond of asking questions in class, and I'm pretty sure that most of the times for most of my little 4-, 5- and 6-year olds, the questions are way above their little heads. I figure it pushes them, and plus, sometimes they get them right. This morning I was asking such a question, or maybe it was an easy one, I honestly can't rememeber. I can't remember most of the questions I ask this kid in particular, but I remember his answers: "bus." Every time, any question, doesn't matter in the least: he says "bus."

I was asking for volunteers this morning for said question, and Bus had his hand raised high. He's a tough kid to read as he's always got a glimmer of mishief in his eyes, so honestly I'm not sure if he does it to get a laugh or if the only English he knows is "bus," but when I acknowledged his hand and walked over to recieve his answer, he had it all down, from the comic timing to the baited audience. He paused, I waited, thinking to myself, "please say bus, pleeease say bus," and after just long enough for me to really wonder what was coming, what exactly was going on inside that head of his, it came:

"Bus."

I laughed, he smiled his big old smile, and life in Big Green continued as it should. It's good to be back teaching.