Okay, La Principessa has been screaming here in the dining room behind me for about 20 minutes now. She’s doing a school project on Rosa Parks, and she wants to do a cutout of the bus and glue it to the poster, and she won’t be happy until she knows what color the bus was [sigh].
I told her, “I doubt whether there’s fifth-grade teacher in the entire United States who even knows what color the bus was, let alone cares. Just make it green or black and white or something.” But no. Madame La Perfectionista is not pleased.
I finally told her I’d asked the Teeming Millions, so right now she’s making a temporary bus out of green construction paper, but it’s understood that it’s only a placeholder until the Straight Dope arrives.
So, does history record what color the bus was? And if it doesn’t, we are going to lie, aren’t we?
In our teeth.
(Why is there no Parenting Class for this?)