August 17th, 2012
Boog has a buddy down the street. He asked if he could go visit him. I say yes and that he needs to be home when it gets dark.
So the sun goes down, street lights come on. No sign of Boog. I give him another 10 minutes or so to see if he makes good on our agreement. He doesn’t. I walk down the street to find the boys playing in the front yard with light sabers.
I tell Boog that it’s time to come home and remind him that he needed to be home when it got dark.
His reply: I know! I CAN STILL SEE OUTSIDE!
Point, Boog: technicality.