You can't be talking about my child

As I was saying my good-byes to Sam and Jake at the top of the driveway, the bus driver said, "I need to talk to you," as he motioned me onto the bus. He spoke quietly, "I need to talk to you about Jake's behavior on the bus. He has been having a hard time staying in his seat, runs up and down the aisle. Not in the morning, but every afternoon. Maybe you could talk to him this afternoon? If I am in an accident and have to slam on my brakes....". I quickly looked at Jake, who was ducking down behind his seat, "I will be talking to you this afternoon, Jacob!"