There are two little boys that live across the street.  They are the only kids on the street, and they are always playing outside. They have a trampoline, and in the summer, a pool, but most noticeably, they have bicycles.  They ride up and down, all year round.  They are probably 6 and 7, definitely no older than 8, and the younger one has a thing for Dave.  He talks to him all the time, and Dave hasa never really interacted with small kids, so he never knows what to say, but he does his best.  Last night, when Dave got home, the kid was waiting.

"I bet my bike is faster than your car!"  (Remember, Dave’s car is an Impreza RS 2.5, "Like the WRX but with a bigger engine.")  "I bet I could beat you in a race!"

Dave just sort of agreed, and then the kid said "Subarus are the safest kinda car!" and Dave said "That’s why we have two!" and then came inside.

We went out for pizza later, and came back with our pizza and a new RC car for Dave.  The kid was waiting for us.

"What are you doin?"
"Getting supper," Dave said. (The kid has ZERO interest in me, by the way, I’m just a girl with a station wagon.)
"I’m just pickin’ my wedgie! My bike seat is HARD ROCK. My mom is gonna get me a new seat.  Do you have a bike?"

Dave shoots a look at me and whispers, "Don’t let him see the car!" so I grab it up and head in, and Dave gets the pizza.

"Good luck with your wedgie!"

This morning, drinking coffee, we lok out the window, and there he is, riding up the street, stopping at our driveway, looking around, getting off his bike and messing with the pedals, looking at our house and then riding back down towards his house. Over and over and over.

Now, it could be that his mom has said "Don’t go past the house with the fence," but I think the kid is just wishing Dave ould come out and play.

I told Amy about it and she said "he probably SENSES that Dave should be a dad, and is just giving him some practice."  Aww.

Either way, it’s pretty cute.  I need to learn the kids name.

In other news, CD37, nothing showing but a dream that I had a gushing period and was sad.  I’ve had several dreams of getting my period this month, so maybe that’s why I’m so ‘whatever’ about the whole deal this month.  I was thinking about testing tomorrow, but I think I’ll wait until I’m late to test. If I have to call in to deal with the emotions, I have to call in.  I have 20 sick days or so left, so whatever. (Teachers get lots of sick days because it is our number one workplace hazard, germs fly in schools.  We get 15 a year, and can roll them over to the next year.)

I also sent out my app for a scholarship of unknown value.  I feel like a good candidate, since it’s for graduates of Wa. County schools, of which there are 8, and WaCo is the least educated and least populated and most poor county in the state.  Plus, I had some kickass help from PJ & Hermia to make it just right.  So, cross your fingers on that one, okay?