To Waldorf or not to Waldorf

My son is on the verge of beginning a new phase of his life -- Kindergarten. As a parent, I am astounded at what an issue this has turned out to be. Long gone are the days when you just sign your kid up for the school down the street. We live in a district with half-day Kindergarten and we need full day. The local daycare has full day but we don't like it there. The local Catholic school has full day but my husband feels he may burst into flames if our son comes up with a spelling list that includes words like; lamb, cross, and holy. He is a confirmed atheist. There are Friends Schools nearby if we have an extra 20K lying around. A few miles away is a watered down version of Montessori. And, about 20 minutes away is a Waldorf School.
The Waldorf School is at once magical and kooky. On the day my son would spend the day in what could be his Kindergarten classroom in September he was in a good mood. He never lamented not going to his regular daycare or missing the friends he's been with since he was 6 months old. When we got to the school he was immediately intrigued by the sight of the school and grounds. Upon seeing his classroom, he quickly kicked off his shoes, changed into his slippers and took the hand of his designated buddy. They hurried into the room. I hardly got a kiss good bye.
When my husband and I returned we met with his teacher while he played in the after school Garden program. She seemed very nice, but mostly rattled on and on about big philosophical ideas. Every now and then we would ask her a specific question and her need to just ramble conflicted with her realization that we wanted an actual answer.
I am largely a proponent of the entire philosophical model, but we still had some questions. And, when pressed, his teacher lectured to us in a slightly condenscending way about child development in general and facial structure and losing teeth. The connections weren't clear but her passion was high. After listening politely but not getting a clear response I finally dropped the hammer of letting her know (although I knew she already did) that I was a developmental psychologist and that she could stop explaining development to me. I rephrased my initial inquiry and finally got a lukewarm response. She had already put in an hour with us and looked a little flushed so we suggested we get the kid and head home.
Down the hall, we peeked through a doorway and saw our little guy peacefully sleeping on a big fluffy sheepskin facing a little girl about the same size on her own little sheepskin. We scooped him up, he was in borrowed clothes because his clothes had gotten soaked near the creek when they were testing out how sticks flow downstream. He remained asleep until we were almost home. As soon as he opened his eyes he began talking about his day.
The next morning the first thing he said to me was, "I wish it was yesterday so I could go to my Kindergarten.".
So, it's a little kooky, but he loves it.

They start younger and younger

For the past year or so my son has referred to Katie as his girlfriend. Apparently, they are a known item at the preschool. At first, my son was hesitant. He came home and retold a story that included him telling Katie, "Every since I said you were my girlfriend you follow me everywhere!". He just needed some space.
Since that time, the relationship seems to have solidified. Not long ago, my son was a bit concerned because a princess could only have ONE prince and he was Katie's prince. But, Jacob also insisted on being Katie's prince. As Katie seems to be very popular with girls and boys, my son has also had to put his foot down with Taylor who insists that SHE is the person who should sit next to Katie every day.
Just last night at dinner, my son kept us entertained with his story about how he and Katie kiss at school. I asked if they were allowed to do that, to which he answered [all smiles], "No, we sneak to kiss".  I further inquired if they kissed on the cheeks or on the mouth. The smile was permanently stuck on his face as he explained that they can kiss each other wherever they want. He repeated this several times to make sure we understood.

they seem so innocent, but when you're not looking...

OK -- he's 4 -- this is harmless right? Still, I am torn between just letting it go and not making a big thing of it or asking the school to keep an eye on them or telling him that he shouldn't be doing that. I've asked some friends who seem all too eager to high five him. That seems wrong. But, what is right?

How do you get a baby in your belly?

I suppose I knew that the question would eventually come up. Of course, I have always said that I am ready for this question. In fact, I have given many others advice about how to handle this inquiry. And, I have not thought twice about passing judgment on those who did not handle it the right way. So, last night when my four year old asked, "How do you get a baby in your belly?", one might have wished that my house was set up to video tape how I expertly handle this kind of moment.
I choked. I completely choked. My response was something very close to the following, "Oh well, mommies and daddies do some stuff and then a baby gets in the mommy's belly." I didn't make eye contact and acted generally dismissive as I was perusing the Pottery Barn website for towel bars when I was rudely interrupted with this ridiculous question.
My son's response was to request that me and daddy "do some stuff" and "put a baby" in my belly. To this I responded, "ok".
My plan of action going forward is general avoidance and guilt. I think I am really breaking ground here and blazing a trail for mommies everywhere.