i have no idea how i'm gonna handle my son. my parents never knew where i was or what i was up to, i was so good at covering my tracks. and the few times the i was busted, i talked my way out of it. i spun fantastic tales with just enough verifiable truth to create plausible deniability.
at least he won't be able to make something up, because i know you have to be a detective, and check every single lead, and detail.
(cue law and order music) da dummmm, da da dum dum duuummmmmm