Yellow curbs

What the BB learns in kindergarten, besides how to write his letters and listen to six graders on the bus talk about their boners, are rules.  He tells us that keeping to all the rules (walk only down the right side of the hall!) is hard, but that he hasn't broken a rule yet.  It's gotten so bad that he won't let us park in a yellow zone because he knows it's meant only for loading.  He worries about expired meters, speed limits, a myriad of warning signs.  The world to him has now become a place that proscribes.  Of course, he doesn't take seriously the rules that we've tried to establish in our own home.  Watch how you play with your brother, keep small things like marbles put away in a bin, don't yell at the table.  Insolently, he ignores us.  But here he learns that rules can also be bent.  Perhaps this is how it should be.