Some days we get nothing done. We start the day running to appointments and errands and end it with the realization that we haven’t done any schoolwork. And I worry that we haven’t done enough. This week, we had one of those days. C had randomly decided that he needed to wear a suit to our countless errands because we wants to be famous. We talk about what famous means and why people are famous. We talk about how you should set a good example to others if you’re famous. He simultaneously wants to be a secret agent and isn’t ready to meld the fact that “secret” & “fame” might not go hand in hand. Anyway, I get a call from my mom after this long day and explain to her that we have done nothing all day.