It’s late and I’m tired, but I can’t go to bed. In two hours (at 2:30am) I will be dropping my baby (who has somehow morphed in to this sometimes mouthy, but still lovable thirteen-year-old boy) off at school so he can ride a bus to Chicago and then board a plane to Washington D.C. for a class trip. He and his 8th grade classmates are going to Washington D.C. to see some of the things they’ve been learning about this year in their American History class. They will be exploring the White House and the National Archives, sitting at …read more