This morning we were discussing the mechanics of getting two kids back to college at the same time, in opposite directions, and yet not leave our high school son home alone.
“Why not?” Tad asked. “I’m trustworthy.”
True, but I have never been the type of parent that leaves teenagers home alone and I’m not about to start now. But rather than climb up on my soap box to give a mini-lecture about parents who relinquish parenting, I took the humor trail.
“Can’t,” I told him. “Every teenager in town would end up at our house because their parents would assume we were home, watching their boys like hawks.
Besides,” I added thoughtfully, “the cops would probably arrive, discover a raging party and no parents, and we’d be inducted into the Stupid Parents Club.”
“That club is full,” Tad noted.