Every weekday morning, Ryan is brought to school first. Since he's older, I drop him off on the sidewalk in front of his school rather than walking him in. I then pull into a parking lot across the street from his school to turn around and head back towards Lily and E's schools.
And every morning, after I tell him good-bye, Ryan starts mumbling to himself and takes off running. He rushes down the sidewalk on the street, makes a left and runs up the school sidewalk, through and around the other kids, to where the gate is open, about a half a block away from the street. (Please see poorly-done illustration.)
The other children turn to look as he runs by, wondering, I assume, why he is always in such a hurry to get to school.
Here's why: Ryan runs all the way around the fenced-in area in front of his school, into the gate and then back towards the fence by the street so he can wave goodbye to his Dad, brother and sister as they drive by.