|Actual site where group homework with friends was attempted.|
So when the 12-year-old hung out with some friends after school I had visions of pandemonium, of running around screaming (the kid, not me), even though the kid is mostly polite and well-behaved in public.
Imagine my surprise when the kid was seated at a table with some friends with their books spread out before them, all of them chatting amicably. I basically had to invent some pretense to sound all fatherly. Jeez. The hoops I have to jump through.
Anyway, we drove home and I became aware of a vague notion that some paradigm shift had occurred and I was the last to know.