Sheesh, this parenting thing is a complex mind job
One day you know everything about your kids, then the next they've morphed into unrecognisable, independent forms of life
The Boss of Me (BOM) recently needed to spend quite a bit of time at my folks' homestead in the Valley of a Thousand Hills. Ordinarily, we sleep in an outside cottage when we're visiting. However, seeing as she was alone, she opted to stay in the main house.
Upon hearing her plans, the several voices inside my spacious cranium convened a hasty conference to debate whether to tell her or not. The unanimous conference resolution was to let her find out on her own...