>Tonight’s touching father/son exchange via text message, coming up on 10 PM, which is the upper limit of his curfew. FYI, he is at band practice. I’m in the basement, working on a couple posts and listening to music on headphones.
Me: Your ass better be home soon.
Boy: I am home.
Boy: Already loaded in drums too. Your [sic] deaf.
Me: Lucky for you.
I feel like I’ve been outmaneuvered. I’ll get even tomorrow, though, you watch. I’ll set his ass up. There is a bit of unused craftiness left in this old devil yet.