Several years ago, my son Colton wanted to walk alone from his grandparents house to the annual Pioneer Festival. I was a bit nervous about it. I knew it hurt him to see his brothers have independence he dreamed about. I agreed. I called him to check on him and the following conversation took place.
Me: Have you found the alley to cut through?
Colton: No. But some people I’m walking with are going to show me.
Me: Colton, you’re not walking with people you don’t know are you?
Colton: Uhh. No.
Me: What are their names?
Colton: Excuse me, people I’m walking with. What are your names?
Me: OH MY GOSH! Colton, you’re walking with strangers!
Colton: No, I’m not. They said they know my grandparents.
Me: That’s like rule 1 in the child abductor’s handbook, tell the kid you know their grandparents.
Colton: Well, I’m not walking RIGHT beside them. There’s a little space.
Me: (After figuring out they did know his grandparents) Now, Colt. You’re not going to the festival and walk with people you don’t know are you?
Colton: Mom, I’m 20. I got this.
Me:(Thinking of all the things he couldn’t do & how much he wants this bit of independence) Okay. But call me to check in, in an hour? What time is it now?
Colton: Excuse me, people I’m walking with, what time is it?