When M got home from work yesterday, he said he and his friends really wanted to watch the Republican debate together. Since he and one of the friends are both planning to major in some variation of political science, this did seem like a legitimate scholarly request, rather than just “let’s get together and mock them” (or “let’s watch it as part of a drinking game,” which supposedly was a popular approach in some circles.)
M has a curfew of 9:30ish on weeknights because he needs to be up early in the morning for work. His friends, who work the late shifts at a supermarket and McDonald’s, do not have this problem. But I could tell that watching the debate really mattered to him, so I said he could stay out until the debate ended, and could even give one of his friends a ride home if necessary. But that I did expect him to be home within 10 minutes of when the debate ended.
In other words, no late-night fast-food run even if friends asked him to take them on one – which had been the cause of a big argument last week after he got home late for curfew.
Neither E nor I managed to stay up late enough to notice exactly when he got home. But when I woke up at 11:30, he was puttering around in the kitchen, already in his pajamas, so he must have come home reasonably promptly after the debate.
And in the morning, I saw the reason for his puttering; he’d left this note on the kitchen table for us. Part loving, part trying to make up for screwing up last time, part cautionary advice about the car — and definitely a keeper.