busen busen

on my way to kongens nytorv to buy roses this morning, i waited at a bus stop next to a little boy, about three, with white-blonde hair and big cheeks, travelling with his grandfather. the boy and i kicked our feet around midair together. he bubbled away at me, but the only word i could understand was busen busen, the bus the bus. we waited and when the big orange bus came i pointed at it and said busen and he was excited.