I open the front door and there are two mothers there wanted to know if one of their sons is in my home. Apparently they don't want their son, Matthew, hanging around with my boys. I point out to the mothers that I don't especially want my sons to hang out with Matthew since obviously his own mother doesn't know where he is while I know exactly where my two boys are. I look over to Joe and Marc who are playing quietly in the living room with some Legos. The mothers push their way through to see for themselves but I won't l et them look through the rest of my home because I know their son is not in my house and I want them both to leave immediately. I close the door rather smug with the knowledge that these women are so condescending about my children when they can't even keep track of one child and breathe a sigh of gratitude that my boys are so very well behaved.