It was the first week of summer vacation and my middle teenage son called from the park. He was out of breath, excitement filled the air, and he said without missing a beat, “Mom, everyone is going to so-and so’s house for a big sleep-over….can I go?” In my mom matter-of-fact tone I said, “Well, how do you plan on getting there?” With less patience he began to explain that he and his 4 buddies were all going to jump into their friend’s car and drive there. Knowing the driver’s age I said, “Sorry buddy, but you know he
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