so a single mother could have an evening out.
At bedtime he sent the youngsters upstairs
to bed and settled down to watch football.
One child kept creeping down the stairs,
but the young man kept sending him back to bed.
At 9pm the doorbell rang, it was the next-door neighbor,
Mrs. Brown, asking whether her son was there.
The young man brusquely replied, "No."
Just then a little head appeared over the banister and shouted,
"I'm here, Mom, but he won't let me go home!"
