Where's Cameron?

Short version of story...
A few weeks ago, I lost Cameron. I didn't actually lose him, I just didn't know where he was. Turns out that on Saturday night (after a very chaotic day, 1/3 of a vodka tonic, and two Benadryl), I fell asleep on the couch, granted permission for my son to spend the night at a friend's house, and had no recollection on Sunday morning.

This freaked out mommy scared all of his friends to see if they knew where he was (except the one he spent the night with because HE did not answer his cell phone). Freaked out Mommy called the police and they visited our home and then went to the friend's house... which freaked out THAT mommy. She started yelling at Cameron saying that HE TOLD HER he had permission. The sheriff told that mommy not to yell at Cameron which had her yelling, "I most certainly will yell at him. I've known him since he was two!" at the cop.

They called me. I was humiliated. She was upset and laughing at the same time. The cops were grateful that it wasn't a case of a runaway or missing child.

Cameron? Well, good natured Cameron said that his plans were to tell all of his friends that his mother is crazy. He also said that if he had a cell phone (which he's been requesting for about 6 months), this never would have happened because I could have called him directly and he would have answered his phone. (Insert beautiful Cameron smile here)

And yes, we are getting him a cell phone this weekend.