After we moved to the country, Colby spent an entire year driving Bunny to her preschool in our old neighborhood. On an average day, the commute was 45 minutes…on a bad day, well over an hour. Bunny hated the commute. For 1-½ hours five days a week she had to sit in the backseat of her Daddy’s car or truck, listening to CNBC and him talking markets on his phone. She knows more honky-tonk, down on your luck, my dog died and my wife left me, kind of songs than most 5 year olds. But still, she was BORED.