"Running On Jet Fuel"

Looking down the road I could see the usual blur of commotion up ahead.  I reluctantly came to a stop to pick up the poster child for hyperactivity and his brother, who was runner up in the poster contest.  They were engaged in their preboarding ritual of running in a circle trying to kick each other in the rear while attempting to also hit each other in the head with a book bag.  The bus doors opened the circle broke and now the bumper car dash started.  Each running and banging into the other, fighting for position as they made that critical turn around the front of the bus.  The proper timing and positioning can determine if you are the first through the door and up the steps.  On more than one occasion a brother has been bumped in this crucial turn causing him to spin out in the gravel and roll into the ditch on the side of the road.  This day, even for them, they seemed to be running on a higher octane fuel.  They were up the steps in a florescent flash.  The poster child stopped at his seat and immediately started jumping up and down shouting, "I've got orange!  I've got orange!  Even my socks are orange!"  The reason for the extra enthusiasm was now aperient.  What parent in their right mind takes two children, whose energy output would put General Electric to shame, and dresses one in florescent orange and the other in florescent green?  Thanks Mom, for pulling the pin out of that hand grenade and throwing it on my bus.