Where is Your Mom, Son? - Yet Another Ethical Matter

Somehow we always find ourselves going through a fog and emerging ...

These are the 80's.  Prince has a gig in Hanover and you can't go because you don't have the money.  You're driving along the road in the night, getting on home with your young son, and a man comes on the radio to start talking.  You don't know it yet but you have just entered the Zone where only Rod Serling can get you back out again.

The man on the radio chats in the irritating way radio people always do but then he gets your son's attention as he has a contest.  What's more, your son knows the answer.

Mom, drive fast.  We've got to get home to call them.  I know this.

We don't know how fast one can drive in this Zone.  We do know Mom has a Porsche and she loves belting through the road in the forest.  In fact, she likes belting through the forest in her Porsche considerably more than the Polizei like her doing it, as they have, from time to time, informed her.

So belt home they did but it had still been a long drive so Mom had to excuse herself to use the bathroom.  We use that word in America because people here are terrified of saying 'toilet' as maybe that makes an anaconda climb out of it or something.

Call the radio, Son.  If they answer then tell them I will be back in a second.

At this stage of our story, it's probably a safe bet that any parents with children older than four or five years old are already anticipating what comes next.

Son calls the station and, sure enough, he makes the question and, yessirree, he has the right answer.  Then the radio announcer asks him Where is Your Mom, Son.  This is when he told the man that my Mom had to go to the toilet to make pee but she would be right back.

He did not forgot the importance of telling the announcer she would be right back.  The rest of it was a special treatment to help Moms understand why they decided to have children.

So, what's the big prize for all this turbulence and personal confession?

Prince!  Son has just won two tickets to see Prince in Hanover.

And this brings us up to our Moral Dilemma.  First you contemplate what has more beauty than two tickets in your hand for Prince.  Alternatively, is it worth facing the announcer to get these tickets after your Son has been having a close and personal discussion with him about your bathroom habits.

So, the Question:

March on in there and get those Prince tickets ... or ... Send in your Son to get them!

What will you do, Mom?