Usually we tell M to be home by midnight on weekends, and then E and I fall asleep and don’t actually notice what time he gets home.
However, tonight I’m still winding down from the Excedrin I took for a migraine, so am exhausted but wide awake. M was not expecting to see me when he came in at 12:15. His explanation for why he was late? Another friend’s car had blocked his in, so he had to do a bunch of convoluted turning to get out of the driveway.
Why didn’t he ask the friend to move the other car? Well, they were all caught up in playing a WWII board game, Axis & Allies, and the Allies were winning, which meant M was losing because he was the empire of Japan, and…
M would have been in deep trouble if he’d come home after 12:30, since his under-age-18 license isn’t valid after that time. But I’m not going to argue over 15 minutes, when the kid’s idea of a wild Friday night out with his buddies involves a board game. And especially not if I might have to hear a detailed plot summary of how the game was going, and what the strategies of the 4 different sides were, or how WWII even has 4 sides in a board game.