On the Bus

Here is some information that you will need to know before I get started on my story for today...Tyler has a friend that lives down the road we'll call him B. He is in the first grade, but he rides the same bus, is in the same primary class. He just moved in at the end of the summer but they were like instant best friends.
Okay so here is the story. Last week Tyler comes home from school and it was pretty much the usual routine and we were talking about school and he suddenly remembered something and he got all excited to tell me. (Now the tone of his voice told me that he believed that this was the most awesome thing that had happened all day long). "Mom, do you know what?" "What" I said.
"B has his own seat on the bus. And it has a sticker with his name on it and everything!"
Now without even asking I know that this really cool personalized bus seat is the front seat of the bus, and that it is reserved for the naughtiest kids on the bus (when I was in school it was always reserved for a kid named Dutch). I didn't tell this to Tyler. Instead I asked if he had a seat with a sticker on it for him. He said no and I was secretly glad. So at primary on Sunday I was telling this story to another lady (whose boy also rides the same bus) and right as I get to the part about B getting his own seat with a nametag on it, the other boy walks in and says "Yeah! Tyler has his own seat on the bus too!"
I asked Tyler about it yesterday before school and he denied it again, he even said that I could ask the bus driver about it and she would say no too, so I guess that I have to believe him and hope that if there is a real problem the bus driver will let me know.