And he brings them over for dinner. An hour warning. That's how you take 3/4 chicken that you would have shared with-husband, and make it into soup for 6 people. Anyway, one of them smokes heavily. (Cough cough). Even though he doesn't smoke in our house he's like a Charles Schultz PigPen character, walking with a haze all around him. Still, when we had dinner, just for conversation, I asked difficult child and his friends their least fave class and most fave class. One friend said fave was, "Physics." !!! And yes, he was able to explain why. Plus, every time I threw out a random question, whether it be news media or food, he'd look it up on his iPhone. Another said, "Business." difficult child said "Culinary." (He likes hands-on things.) Unfortunately, these kids live verrrry far away. Two are in another city. Why do they go to our public school? Divorced parents. Why does one live on the other end of town? Federal busing laws. (Ridiculous when 35% of our city is black. At least difficult child is relatively close to school.) Anyway, he offered to do dishes and take out trash, etc. We had a "Come to Jesus meeting" at the therapist's office the other day. Told difficult child we were sick of him calling the "I-am-18-and-can-just-leave" card every time he got angry. Turned the tables and told him we are thinking of throwing HIM out. I cried myself to sleep the other night after another one of difficult child's in-your-face jerky outbursts. He had a long to-do list and hadn't done a thing, everything from talking to the ins. company about the car, to taking his own medications every night on time, (instead of forcing us to nag him), to cleaning his room of cat poop, to finding a job. The therapist asked how close I was to actually following through on throwing him out. I said, "Last night, 100%. Today, 30%." All of a sudden, difficult child is being really, really good.