I am writing from a plasma physics conference in Chicago. Well, the plasma physics conference in Chicago, I guess. Although closer to home, it's a longer trip than the usual California trips, and we couldn't afford to take Sam and Susan along.So tonight we used the webcams to chat, so Sam could see I am still alive.
He had a very bad morning. His best friend Alicia spurned him. He drew little broken hearts in class, and denied to Ms. Mulvaney that they were his. He spoke little and clung to her for some comfort. Naturally he denied it all to us, and when pressed said he had a great morning. Kids.Nice to think at this age they get over these things quickly.
An exchange between Susan and Sam after they finished reading a book about the Golden Fish who grants wishes:Susan: If you had one wish, what would you wish for?
Sam: My own mini-golf course in our back yard!...and one thousand bottles of chocolate milk and a new house.
Susan: Why would you wish for a new house?
Sam: I've lived in this house for twenty years!
(How time flies.)
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What is that on his head?
It's a piece of paper! Susan pointed out that it looked like a bonnet, but Sam was unfazed.
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