Around 9pm we hadn't heard from Devon. We assumed he would take the shuttle bus back to our church, since that is what we do with all activities. But, no. He wasn't at our church and the other church was looking empty.
When he finally came running in the door at 9:45 I was freaking out. 1. He was late, and we didn't know where he was. 2. Because he was beat red, gasping for air and holding his chest and sides like someone had beaten the tar out of him.
Apparently no one had beaten him up. They left that for me. He was playing basket ball with some kids, which was fine, IF HE HAD CALLED ME!!! OH, and the kicker, he had my cell phone with him the whole time, without asking for it.
So, Devon is asking why I am spazzing at him about it, he was just at the church playing ball, and whats the big deal if he walks home in the dark without a coat in November in Minnesota?

Then it looks like a light bulb came on in his head and he grabs his magazine from the rally and starts showing everyone WHY I am freaking out and he isn't. This handy-dandy little hormone chart was in there. Apparently, they are telling the boys that we are psycho because our hormones are constantly changing and theirs, albeit high, are at least steady, so they don't have mood swings. Nice.
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