What would Calvin do? Make like Hobbes.

Sam looks at the stars every night. And he looks at the sky every morning. And he has this look of total contentment and detachment from the mundane reality of the rest of us that I really do hate nagging him out of his reverie to either a) get him to go to sleep or b) get a move on for school.

Another day, another parents night. This time for Sam. Big time S2 stuff. Which it was. Because the teachers were suddenly mentioning subject choices and I started panicking as I hadn't really been talking to him about it yet. But there's still plenty time left to panic about all that later as it turns out. Well a few months anyway. For now, it was a great parents night, almost to the point of being a free therapy session for Dave and I. As in, "dear parents, you didn't screw up on the parent front with this one, so far anyway."