Sam had to go to Tulsa for a few days last week (Sunday night - Wednesday night) for work. He was doing a driver training. He got to drive on a skidpan, learn how to avoid obstacles (head on collisions as well as an obstacle in the road where he would have to swerve into a ditch), and practice controlling a truck during fish-tailing caused by snow.
He got home late at night on his half birthday. That didn't stop me from celebrating. I had to explain that the cans are smaller than the bottles. Not by half, but that was the idea: a half present. Thirty and a half years old. Whoa.