He's hanging with his friends and playing rock band. He says he will be home at midnight. I ask him to please come home around 11 because I would like to be awake when he comes home, so that I know he is home. We then spend about 10 minutes arguing on the phone and I finally relent and say okay, please be home by 11:30. He gets angry and we say bye.
THEN Troy calls me back and says I'm tired of you bossing me around my WHOLE life, and I am taking a stand right NOW and won't listen to you anymore. And I am coming home at midnight. I roll my eyes and respond that I wasn't bossing, I was ASKING, because I don't feel that great and have work tomorrow at 8 would appreciate you being home at 11:30. We then argue again and finally I just say see you at 11:30 drive safe, and I KNOW he will be home at 12 and GAH, stinking little teenage brat boy going through a flipping rebellious stage.
UPDATE: Tricky boy actually came home at 11:12, because he had to move his car for a friend and decided to come home, and I now feel kind of bad for my rant, but OH WELL, because I am positive something like this will happen again and then I will just post something to the effect of "See previous post" for details. Bwa. haha. ha.