1. Sent Sam to programming camp this year for what's likely going to be his final time. He'll be 17 next year and he's going to need to get a job next summer. Last time to be a kid. There were no spaces left at Berkeley (his camp of choice) by the time we decided he should go, so he ended up at Stanford, making this the one and only time I'll ever be able to lift my chin and say, "Oh yes, we had to drop our son off at Stanford…"
2. Sam wants to follow the traditional path to world domination. Liberal arts undergrad degree, law school, state senate and then governor. I'm anticipating an insider trading charge somewhere along the way. He's very charming though, and likely will be able to talk his way out of it.
3. I miss him. There's nobody around to come into my room every night and ask for money. "Mom, you got any money?" Eye roll, fetch wallet, hand over the cash.