When my son threw a Facebook bash for 25 friends, it spiralled out of control. So why did I encourage him to have more?
We were enjoying a final barbecue with our two younger children on the last night of a holiday in Cornwall. Earlier we had dropped Jake, our 16-year-old, at the station so he could go home for a party. What we didn’t know, as we watched another dazzling sunset, was that the party was at our house. Jake was the host. And it had been flagged on social media for more than a week.
Skip to the next day. We were driving home when we received an ominous phone call from Jake: “I’m really sorry,” he said, “but Josh broke the overhead light in the kitchen skateboarding round the table.”
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