File this one under "Boys Will Be Boys"
My Kid calls me at work. "I'm going outside," he says. (He's required to call me if he leaves the house.)
I'm all, "But it's raining!"
Because it is raining, with 20 mph winds. We're starting to feel the outskirts of our friend Katrina.
He says, "I know! There's a football game!"
Yes, the boys in the cove have gathered a FOOTBALL GAME in the tropical storm.
"OK," I say, "but you'll have to take a shower before we go to your birthday dinner."
Subfile: Pick Your Battles
