misclassifications and career goals

Sam has revised his career goals. He now wants to work in a prison, or maybe be a kind of bounty hunter (a concept he learned from a Star Wars book (!)), but not someone who hurts people, instead someone who teaches them not to do bad things so they can be out of jail.

And today, in the closing circle on the last day of class, they were going around being reminded of the hopes and dreams they'd written down for the year on the first day of school. Sam's was that he hoped there would be lots of bugs in the classroom. There had been! They talked for a minute about the various bugs they'd had, including one whose classification they weren't sure about. “I think it was a daddy long legs, which is a bug that looks like a spider, but it’s not a spider. It’s like some things that we think are vegetables are really fruits? Daddy long legs are not really spiders, but people think that they’re spiders.”

We've all been dealing with Fifth Disease or some other virus-- Sam at least had the characteristic rash, though no other clear symptoms, but the rest of us have just felt exhausted and generally ill, Stephanie included; Frida's been especially sick, with a fever the past 3 nights. Non-stop nursing... it's been like having a newborn all over again. (And hopefully not a preview of the first year of daycare, with its parade of parasites.) Aunt Liz visited and hung out with us in our dysfunctional sleep deprived states; the last time she was here, F. was a newborn, and we were similarly dysfunctional. Hopefully that won't be the case the next time she comes, to celebrate the arrival of Aunt Sara and Uncle Dan's new baby later this summer!