I think, therefore I'm scared

David has started kindergarten. Which is tremendous and worthy of it's own blogpost.
Just not today.
Well, not in it's entireity today.

His first day home from school, we talked about school.
Where he sat, and what he learned and what his teacher was like and his classmates.
I asked if he made any new friends.

"No," he said.

The new day home from school was more of the same.

Except for this:

"Oh Mom, I did make a friend yesterday when you asked. Gaby. She rides my bus."

Gaby, a girl.

At dinner he started unexpectedly laughing while eating.
He then recounted some fabulously funny story about Gaby and some glue and some wayward letters.

They sit together on the bus on the way home.

Yesterday, he told us a story about Gaby and her big tv.

Does David have his first crush on a girl?

Somehow this makes him seem so much older than starting kindergarten does.

Moooo

In the car on the way home from Mike's parents last night ...

David: "okay Mom, you have to speed up to 40mph"
me: Thank you David

I take a right hand turn

David: "Oh. Mom. I think ... yeah, you have to speed down to 35. I think you are going 40."
me: Thank you David

I take a left hand turn

David: "You can speed up to 40 now."
me: Thank you David

I take a right hand turn

David: "Oh. Mom. Yup. You have to speed down to 35 now. You're still going 40."
me: Thank you David

We have a GPS that I will occasionally set to notify Mike or I when we are speeding by mooing (yes, mooing - like a cow).

It's funny. And regulatory. And a bit annoying.