Sam's eyes wandered up into the sky as he lay down against the grass, little scrawny arms reaching up and back to cradle his head. He exhaled deeply and stared for a few minutes. "I'm bored," he finally said. "Mmm." His voice was light and husky, still a few months away from changing. He sat up and supported himself on one of those cute little arms, well-tanned for June but still delightfully childlike. He leaned in my direction. "What should we do?" he asked me, dreamily. He ripped out blades of grass and studied them in front of his face. "I dunno." I was feeling quite talkative. Sam looked at me in dismay. "Give me a break. You've got to be more excited than this." "What?" "Well you can't just sit around and watch the clouds all day." I sat up and pulled my shirt down again over my lower back. "And when did you become Socrates?" Sam looked into my eyes and his face softened. "I don’t know," he said. "But I was just thinking. What are we doing just sitting here all the time? Let’s go do something. Let’s go get some ice cream. Let’s go play Frisbee. Let’s go save poor children in China. Let’s go do something.”