I have a confession to make. I’m the parent of a boomerang kid, and I’m thoroughly enjoying it. Peter, our youngest child, is living with us temporarily while he attends graduate school at the University of Maryland, a stone’s throw from our house. Financially, it’s a great move for him—he gets in-state tuition and free room and board. But my husband and I get a few things in return: someone to take out the trash and get the car inspected, chauffeur us to the airport for early morning flights, and keep us up-to-date on the standings of every team in every sport. If not for Peter, how else would we know that Daft Punk’s latest hit album is Random Access Memories? “He keeps me young,” says my husband. And the best thing about having a 24-year-old around the house: tech support.
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