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Since my 16-year-old son recenty received a cell phone
as a gift, I've asked him to use it to call home if he's
out past his curfew.
One Saturday night while waiting up for him, I dozed off in front of the TV. Later I woke to realize that there was no sign of him, and there had been no call. Irate, I punched in his number. When he answered, I demanded, "Where are you, and why haven't you bothered to call?!" "Dad," he sleepily replied, "I'm upstairs in bed. I've been home for an hour!" |