Out Late on a School Night

The Husband went to his clown alley last night to pay for his ticket for Ringling Brothers. Later he went to get some buffalo wings for his dinner (so healthy!) and he saw one of his fellow clowns there. So I got a phone call a little before ten. "I was going to get it to go, but I see one of the clowns here!" I know what's coming-any chance he gets to pick another clown or magician's brain he takes. "Go ahead," I say. Do I want him to come home? Absolutely. Do I want to be the reason he missed out on an opportunity to learn from the other clowns? Absolutely not.