A lot of Noah's friends are football players, and many of them are younger than he is. You've let it be known that all those boys who have trouble getting home and back for the practice are welcome to hang out at your house during the day. Some of them you haven't seen for a while, and some of them you have.
And then there's the terrible trio.
That's for good and for bad. While they've traveled with you, gone to movies with you, shared in your family rituals, and partaken of your meals, they've also done chores, stood in corners, and even spanked - sometimes just a few, school-style swats, and sometimes the longer, harsher punishments you deal out when more than minor correction is required.
The parents of all three boys are a bit nonplussed at your willingness to deal with their sons, on top of your own crowd, but they're also very happy about it, and all of them tend to support your rules. Since you have so many boys coming and going, one of your strict rules is that the boys - all of whom are 15, are responsible for letting their parents know where they are and when they'll be there.
Last night, the boys arrived home from football practice about 8:35. Blake had gone home, but Denny and Eli both settle in. All of them showered after football practice to help cool down, and now they dive into roast chicken breasts, salads, and pasta you had awaiting them. You remind them to clean their mess.
Forty-five minutes or so later, the three trudge by you, wearing only boxers, stopping just long enough to make sure it's okay for them to use your bathroom with the steam room.
Ten minutes after that, your phone rings. It's Todd Rice, Eli's father, calling to see if he's there. When you assure Todd that the boy is, he shrugs it off, asks you to tell him to call and say good night to his mom, and bids you a good evening.
Are you going to pass anything of your own along with the message?