The Dreaded Phase 2

This morning was Sam's orthodontist appointment. He asked Dr. D not to rip any teeth out this time. This is the appointment where Dad found out that Sam would, in fact, be needing "Phase 2" braces next year. Dr. D advised Dad to "put as much as you can into your Flexible Spending Account next year" (not the words you want to hear on any appointment).

Sam had his usual problem with his English homework this evening. He had the same issue last year. The assignment was to read in his book and find four words that he doesn't know. He reads and reads but can't find any words that he doesn't know. And he refuses to just pick some words and say that he didn't know them. So it's going to be another long year in English class.