It is pitch dark out. About 1/2 hour ago, difficult child said he was going two doors down to H's house to play Firefox. I am going to leave soon so thought I better call him home. I called H's mom and said, "Can you send difficult child home in about 15 minutes?" "He's not here. I have not seen him." "He said he was going over to play Firefox." "We just finished eating. I have not seen him." I start to go into shutdown shock like mode. "When did he say this?" "Not very long ago!" "I will go look downstairs." walk, walk, walk - How much longer can I hold my breath? "Oh, here he is!" Whew, I can breath again! I was starting to get scared. He has to let H's mom know when he is over there!