They take the bus.

Jim considered her words for a moment.

"Timmy, is the bus here yet?"

Timmy took a few steps back to get a better view of the street-sign where the bus usually stopped.

"We're good," said Timothy.

"I think we'll be fine mom."

Jim fought with his feet for a bit getting his tennis shoes on before getting up and grabbing his backpack.

"Hold on there, mister."

His mom did not hesitate to grab him by the arm and pulled him into her.

"Mom, we're going to be late."

"In a minute sweetey," said his mom who gave his son exaggerated kisses in various places on his face.

"Mom--"

"In a minute," said his mom more insistently before finally letting him go. "Alright baby-boy, get going."

"Bye mom," said Jim.

Timothy only gave his friend an amused smirk. Having been friends for years, Timothy has seen his friend's mom be hands on on her affection, but if it had been anybody else, Jim would have died of embarrassment on the spot.