Dylan Young was playing with his mobile phone when he opened the door and saw his mother. He wasn't too pleased, "Mum, why aren't you asleep yet? It's so late."
Mrs. Young closed the door and asked, "Dylan, do you want to go home?"
Dylan nodded and replied casually, "Of course, I do. I'm not you, my mind is very clear... Why do you ask that?"
Mrs. Young looked at him and said, "I'll let you go back tomorrow."
Dylan looked up, his face full of shock as he stared at Mrs. Young, "Mum, are you sleepwalking?"
Mrs. Young grabbed Dylan's arm. "I'm not sleepwalking. Get ready, you're leaving early tomorrow."
Dylan put down the phone and looked at Mrs. Young, "Mum… what's wrong with you? Be clear, why do you suddenly want me to leave? You wouldn't let me off so easily. Come on... What do you want me to do?"
Dylan understood his own mother somewhat. She wouldn't abruptly see the error of her ways; there must be a reason for such a sudden decision to let him go.