Thursday is Middle Boy's normal therapy night.   I asked him a number of times if he was sure he had therapy.  Yes, he has therapy.  He is sure.

I drove him all the way to therapy...all 25 miles.  We got there and he said "Shoot, today's valentine's day isn't it.  I don't have therapy."

I thought my head might EXPLODE off of my body.

His therapist asks that the kids keep track not the parents.  She communicates only with them as a method of teaching them responsibility.  Clearly it is not working for us.

So...we drove the 25 miles home in complete silence.