So, the other day, difficult child had two friends over at the house. The good news is, they were playing a football video game and not something gory, and they went outside to play twice. The bad news is, that while I was baking pies for Thanksgiving, I heard this CRASH! and saw one of the boys, E, on our fireplace, half on, half off, stiff as a board, and then he slid onto the ground. WTH? difficult child's friend, T, said, "Are you kidding? Is this a joke? Get up." I walked over and E was on his back, dazed, and I said, "Are you okay? What happened?" E clapped his hands and offered a hand up, and told him to get up. "It's okay," he said, "he just blacked out." Huh? I thought maybe he was diabetic. We got him up--he's a big boy, about 5'8" and 160 #, and I said, "Do you want some juice?" and he said yes. I pretended I couldn't get the OJ open and called T over to the kitchen to help. "Did you do something to him?" "Yeah, I put him in a headlock. I'm really sorry. I've done it b4 to people but I've never had that reaction." T is the smallest, scrawniest one of the bunch and HE put the big kid in a headlock and made him pass out? I thought my eyes were going to bug out of my head. I touched my carotid and asked him if he touched that part of E's neck, and he said no, "this part," and touched the windpipe. All three boys insisted that everything was fine. I think my heart was beating faster than anyone else's! I wasn't sure whether to call 911 but it seemed okay after that. I got all 3 boys OJ. This afternoon, difficult child went to T's house, and when I went to pick him up a few min ago, they stalled and stalled and of course, wanted to do an overnight. Even the mom was suggesting it. I didn't want to go into a long, drawn-out discussion about difficult child owing us money and having to do extra chores and how he shouldn't be partying quite this much, so finally we left, and T ran to the car and hid behind the driver's seat. difficult child turned off all the lights and kept swatting away my arm when I tried to turn them back on. Then T's little brother ran out and got in, too. Finally the mom came out and said, "Cut it out. You're acting like 2-yr-olds." (THANK YOU!!!) When we got home, difficult child had to show me the text that T send to him: your mom is mean I just don't get it. They've got girlfriends, tell them they love them, never actually go on dates, put ea other in headlocks until they pass out, and then hide in the car so they won't be separated. Is it just boys? Or g's fg? Aaaaarrgggh!