One night about 10 p.m., I answered the phone and heard, "Dad, we want to stay out late. Is that okay?"
"Sure," I answered, "as long as you called."
When I hung up, my wife asked who was on the phone.
"One of the boys," I replied. "I gave them permission to stay out late."
"Not our boys," she said. "They’re both downstairs in the basement."