Taking my oldest-I'll call him C-to the hockey game tonight. Now, here's a lesson for all of you out there with kids. When you're tempted to let your husband make all the arrangements and just fill you in, fight the urge. Seriously. As we almost found out, it can end very, very badly. Like, wind up in wrong stadium 2 hours away from the city you're supposed to be in badly.
Why? Because C and his dad thought they were going to see a whole other team play. And until midnight last night they had no idea whether or not C was supposed to be spending the night or if he was coming straight home after the game.
Have to love the grown-up version of telephone.